Re: The Flibbertigibbet/The Pilot
"Oh," but of course she was. The clothes, the champagne, the beauty that felt as easy as a silken wrap, shrugged on and carried carelessly, it all made perfect sense. "I haven't seen many films," Carter told her honestly. "I don't have much time to go to moving pictures. I spend more of my time in the air, plus it always feels a little sad to go alone."
Now though, her smile had settled, and something seemed to relax, allowing her to be more at ease. "Do you like love-making in front of a camera?" She asked, because Carter had never entirely liked love-making much at all. Men seemed to think she should be a certain way, and it wasn't something she much cared for.
But it was the last sentence that really caught her, tilting her head and she paused the champagne glass halfway to her lips. "How would you be one?"