Lia's grin bordered on a smirk, but there was something too genuinely amused for it to really be called that. She liked this guy, despite her better instincts, which told her that he definitely could not be trusted. But if Lia had learned anything over the course of her time in SoCal and her career, it was that you didn't have to necessarily trust someone to like them.
"Well," she said, "it'd be kind of hard to prove that, wouldn't it? After all, we haven't known each other long, and we haven't slept together, and in my experience, those are the two best ways to determine how much of a secret dick someone is or isn't."
She grinned.
"And since we won't be sleeping together for all sorts of important reasons, and we can't really pack years of a personal relationship into one coffee-tea-business-date, I guess you're going to have to sell me."
That said, she took another sip of tea, and her eyes lit up mischievously.
"I have an idea. Why don't you tell me all your worst qualities; some of the worst things you've done, the most heinous things I can expect from you as a boss and as a human being?"