At his words, Susanna licked her lips, catching a bit of dressing from the corner of her mouth, biting her lower lip and releasing it slowly as her eyes skimmed over him again. "I am really looking forward to that glass of wine," she said, eyes flicking back up to his, a mischievous expression on her face. She was interested in the variety implied, but that didn't mean she wouldn't make him work for it. Especially since it would be in bad taste all around to sample that variety so soon.
He looked so damn pleased with himself, but Susanna couldn't find it in herself to be annoyed. It had been an unexpected and, frankly, funny thing to say. "Desperation is such an unattractive feature. I should hope to never be in such a situation to be so desperate for a weapon to have to resort to my ballet shoes." Because even though she was certain she would find a way to use them, she would much rather have something more effective on hand for such a situation. "A man with good taste, then," she observed speculatively.