She couldn’t hide how amused she was at his reaction to what she’d said. It was tame. It was really a compromise of what could and couldn’t be said. She wasn’t drunk enough to go around saying anything much worse than that right now.
“No,” Parvati teased, sarcastically, “I lied about it – I just said that to get a rise out of you.” Of course, she’d been telling the truth. The dress looked better without them.
She didn’t have reservations about being a flirt. It was who she was. “There isn’t anything naughty about it being on your back. I’m disappointed,” she told him with making a face. “Do we need to flag someone down to get you something stronger – you’re supposed to be more exciting than this, Mr. Musician?”