"Don't ask questions you already know the answers to, it invalidates the Socratic method." she pointed out between sips. His Pretty Woman reference elicited a quiet grunt from her throat. "In the sense that I'm not a whore, you're probably not a millionaire of some description with a sports car, I don't need a make-over just a new dress, your associates wouldn't have a reason to look down on me and I wouldn't need to be rescued from a life of prostitution and drug use, yes this is exactly like Pretty Woman. I will say though I am willing to kiss you dramatically on a fire escape with opera playing in the background. La Traviata, of course if you're wanting to reference a movie about a prostitute you have to go with an opera about one."
Coming to the last of her shake she shook her head at him, "No, I don't have a license so you wouldn't want me driving your car." but then something clicked in her head and she had to pause just to wrap her mind around the implications. "I... Wait a minute here. Are you saying that you thought that I was a prostitute?"