"Would you believe me if I said both?" Kami shot him a grin full of pure mischief over her shoulder. Retrieving the bottle, she made a stop to grab two glasses and a corkscrew. "I'm a performer," she explained. "You know how it is." She set the glasses on the bar at Mirza's elbow before settling herself to attack the wine's cork. Half-distracted now, she continued vaguely, "It starts to feel natural. Except when it's exciting. Sometimes it really, I don't know, makes things better."
Kami paused as she worked the cork free with a soft grunt. Then she poured each wine glass half full. She presented one to Mirza with a little bow. "But, to be honest, I'm thinking you're special, too." Her eyes sparkled with laughter. "Don't think I'm always inviting strange men up to my apartment, okay?"