Hemingway just had to laugh with her; he did tend to get a little overzealous when it came to getting into her pants. "You're not entirely without blame, Knightly. You will insist on getting me so riled up," he teased . "Do you really need to wear them?" he joked.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes shamelessly taking in everything about her. "You're utterly wasted as a table," he insisted.