It amused Gemma to see the blond bloke hand the book back and seem all nice about the whole deal. "Oh, of course it is," she said with mock sincerity, moving away from the blond's table to stand behind the brunet. "It must be so hard to watch him from all the way over here, with his..." She leaned over his shoulder, placed a finger in the book, then read a line aloud. "...winning smile, and glistening, tumescent rod of lust."
She giggled to herself, the phrase just so terribly written. "Maybe we should help you win the love of your man, what do you think?" She picked at a lock of the brunet's hair with her fingers, then glanced over at the blond. "Perhaps a little snip here, a curling spell there? Shall we play fairy godmother and father for this hopeless romantic? Or should we remind him that romance is dead?"