Dominique rolled her eyes when she caught sight of his arrogant smirk. But he had done a good job, she'd have to give him that. Fine, she'd stroke his ego just a little bit. He needed it after the heavy trade of words they had just had.
"Yes you are," she patted his arm. "So, you know, if that photography thing doesn't work out, you could always be stylist to bar wenches everywhere."