Genie shrugged and grinned impishly. "I've been told I don't have a shy bone in my body. Haven't ever really have." A trait she shared with her brother to an extent, she knew, but she banished the thought of the wayward man from her mind, much more interested in someone else with similar interests.
She swirled her drink around and shrugged. "What do you feel like? I'm not picky, honestly. And it's your place."
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