Peggy's eyebrow arched up as he chuckled. She wasn't impressed with men who bragged about sexual conquests, whether they were exaggerating or not. It never stood well with her back home, men who would come on to her by proclaiming all the women they had had in their bed: she'd had to break a few noses and learn how to make it hurt in her time.
He was a good dancer, though, she had to admit and had to know what kind of a man he was. "You dance a lot, then?" she asked.