"... A stripper?" The hesitation barely lasted half a heartbeat but there was only curiosity on Kami's face when she turned around more fully, a box of cake mix in her hand yet. So the pause clearly had nothing to do with a judgment call. He had to give her a point or two for that.
Without looking, she put the box on the counter behind her; her attention was focused all on Mirza and she seemed to be processing both the condition of his body and the way he had been moving. A slow smile curved her lips. "I bet you're fantastic," she finally said. "How do you get into that kind of thing? I mean... You mostly see the ads about female strippers. Do you get to choreograph your own routines?"