Flashing a brilliant smile to attempt to cover up the desire to giggle at the sappy look Isaac gave her, Demi squeezes his arm while she remarks. “Aren’t I always right?” the question earning a chorus of laughter from the women present in the room. This feels like some kind of twisted ‘Leave it to Beaver’ episode, but the act is working on these people so she’s going to run with it for as long as possible.
Isaac brings up the heat and Demi’s just about to make a comment of her own about it, right up until Mrs. Saunders speaks, drawing the attention of the whole room onto her and her choice in attire. Her first reaction is to squirm under the focused gazes of the men in the room, and she wishes she would have chosen something else to wear. She’s knows this, much like her aversion to being touched, is a byproduct of La Quinta, still, she doesn’t let anyone in the room see just how uncomfortable it makes her.
Nor does she give away the fact that she noticed Isaac’s reaction. Instead, she flashes another smile as she remarks. “Sweetheart, it didn’t take much convincing,” Demi moved her hand from his arm to his thigh, letting it rest there as she adds. “Just a few comments about staying in shape and flexible and you were sold.” She’s not looking at him as she says this, primarily because all this contact is more than either one of them have had with the other, and Demi’s afraid if she looks at him, she’ll bolt right out of the room that very moment.
“Our men, so easy to manipulate,” Rose remarks with a laugh. “Though I’m sure with as much as you work Isaac, that spare room was just sitting empty anyway.”
"Oh, he doesn't work that much," Demi interjects, defending him like a good girlfriend would. "Right, darling?"