"Uh, no," she said, stuffing the napkin in her water glass, watching happily as the ink ran and eventually faded. "I like my sex hookups to be that, mine." She had added the last part in a hurry so that she got to keep Neal as a sex hook-up, and not him getting hung up on some feeling she may or may not have had for him and bailing.
With that, she stabbed a cherry tomato in her salad, eating it.