"Not at all," she grinned at him. "That sounds refreshing and delicious."
It was nice to be here with Xander. Despite living relatively close to each other over the past few years, there was nothing like living in the same building; being around the corner. The dress he'd brought her had been a surprise, but also (though he'd never admit it), so typical of him. Whatever else he was, Vincent Alexander Laurent was prince to the people he loved; which was just one more reason to love him. The thought made her smile. Since they'd first met, it had been obvious. Of course it had helped that they'd first met because he'd rescued you from a pretty awful situation, but it had been enough to spark what she strongly suspected would be a lifelong friendship. At the very least, it had been going strong for eight years, now.
His previous comment, though, was something she couldn't help but nod to, even after the fact. Once he'd given their attendant their order, she leaned in to agree with him.
"I definitely feel you," she said. "It's bizarre. Since the first time I came to see you, it was all I could think about. I would dream about it. That apartment I'm in. Decorating it," she laughed. She smoothed out the dress she was wearing - something summery, pretty, light aqua, suited to her coloring. With the tiniest grin, she asked, "So how's life in the penthouse, Vincent Alexander? What have you been up to up there?"