"It might have," she allowed, watching him suspiciously. He was dealing quite well with the fact that she'd just admitted to envisioning him near naked. "We'll have to test that theory, won't we?" Penelope giggled; the wine was definitely starting to go to her head.
"You're supposed to just trust that I didn't drug you, not reason through how it's impossible!" she complained, draining the rest of her glass. "I'm done with the wine and don't let me convince you otherwise. Okay?"