Marcie glanced across at him as she came back over, tilting her head to mirror Much's contortion. "Well, you haven't seen me in long enough. Things are different now. I'm the mistress of my own destiny." She poured out the wine and then sat down again on the sofa, poking Much's thigh with her toe before tucking one leg underneath her and sipping her drink. "I do actually have a question for you, though. I know it's been a while but... any... secret admirers lately? People who might have left, say, anonymous cards in your mailbox?" She looked at him curiously over her glass, trying to maintain innocence in her expression.