She snorted. "Yes, I'd love to hear you say that to their faces, how you're a success because of them. I think I'd pay to see it, actually," she teased.
She had the grace to look sheepish when he called her out. "I do," she said, meeting his smile. "It would compliment the escargot I'd like as an entree, I think." There, if he insisted, she'd let him.
"So, how often do you eat here? It's rather posh - I'm glad I dressed nice enough for it. Would have been rather embarassing otherwise."