Peyton snickered softly. "You said you're classier than a fucked up pick up line, then you say you don't usually do classy and you'd stick to 'nice shoes, wanna fuck'. No wonder girls have to whop you with a hammer to get you to pay attention." Peyton reached for her drink to take another sip. Jake was good looking enough, so she figured he must not have that hard a time getting a girl interested. Then again, plenty of girls went beyond looks. Not to say that Jake wasn't a nice guy. He was just... well, he took some getting used to. At least he seemed to realize it.
She smiled and shrugged, going back to poking around her food. "Oh, I don't know. I know I wouldn't mind having them compliment my shoes, and I know I wouldn't like being asked if I want to fuck." She nudged him gently with her elbow, just so he knew she was kidding. Sort of. Teasing, at least. "I like a guy who pays attention to me, instead of talking about how great he is. Or how better I'd be if I gave him a shot. Modesty is nice." Peyton paused. "And a nice ass."