"You can make do if you like." Cameron made a facial grimace she had been told was 'cute'. "I don't like the nickname Alley. I am not a cat."
"No agenda," she said softly. "How disappointing."
When Kurt tucked his hands in his pocket and set off she spoke up. "Excuse me? You certainly aren't from New York, and I think not from 1964. It is bad enough you want me to drink a fattening beverage." She crooked her arm. "It is customary for for a gentleman to escort a lady, not take off and leave her trotting behind him in her high-heel shoes. I get enough aerobic exercise dancing, thank you."