Daphne sighed, shaking her head as she waited for her drink.
"So you think you can say whatever you want, but still get what you want? Every time?" Daphne looked over at him strangely. "Don't get me wrong, I like a little flirtatious innuendo and playful banter, but you can't say whatever you please and expect to get laid."
If he thought sleeping with her was 'making it up to her,' he didn't know a thing about women.