"Well, obviously," Lucy agreed. "I don't want someone who just wants to shag me - but at the same time, he still has to want to shag me, if that makes sense?" She didn't need it to be right now, so she was still hoping it would manifest eventually. She raised an eyebrow at Susan's incorrect assumption. "Do I strike you as a woman who has to wait to be asked out?" she asked, smiling. "I'd expect better from you, Susan! I asked him." And, irrationally, perhaps that was where some of the insecurity was coming from.
The steaks were beginning to sizzle and Lucy hovered close to keep an eye on them. "Pretty and pink it is, then," she said. "But a little tougher on the outside."