*watches you stare down your tie in amusement* *rather slyly* I'm impressed you've lasted this long, honestly. I saw the way you were looking at my mushrooms.
*(may very well be fibbing about that last, of course; it's almost impossible for her to concentrate on anything beyond the intensity in your eyes and your hands, your hands and the way they dance)*
*swallows the rest of the contents of her own wine glass (at least one glass isn't likely to make her sleepy) and briefly props her chin on her hand, just looking at you* It's dangerous to talk to me about protests, you know. I'll most likely join in and get you banned from everywhere. But I was right about this place, see? They let us hog the table all night.