Rose opened her mouth but shut it tightly, afraid of what could leak out if she wasn't too careful; she really didn't want to interrogate him on silly questions about her physique, if he was telling the truth, and really didn't think a public place would be the appropriate place to have such a conversation. Maybe she was just being paranoid? ...Well, what if he didn't like her body? She thought his body was decent, could use a slight tan, but--decent!
She liked her body!
"My body would be unforgettable." She murmured childishly, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. She could be making something out of nothing, but...but...well!
She had nothing.
Rose didn't even give him a chance to think for her. As soon as his mouth asked the question, her feet moved toward the book that contained all the music selections, her digit scanning the artist/songs listed alphabetically. "If you get me pissed again, I could sing some hip-hop?" Though she really didn't want to see him attempting any sort or rap music. He was whiter than sour cream; at least she possessed a respectable tan!