She smiled at him as he leaned toward her, and shifted closer to him as well as she poured another couple of fingers of scotch into his glass. She poured herself some as well, then leaned forward to place the bottle on the table in the middle of the room. She settled back, her body turned toward him.
"Not sure I'd want to meet the sort of person who would plan this sort of vacation," she said after a sip of scotch. "What sort of vacation would you have in mind?"