Hemingway was surprised at first, giving her wide eyes at her strong reaction, and then he laughed with a sort of delight at her reaction. That was bloody brilliant. "I'm a little pervert? You got the joke, despite being told you were wrong!" he pointed out. "Your professor needs to lighten up," he told her. And then she said she'd fuck literature, and he started laughing again. "And how the hell would that work?" he slurred back at her.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked when she said one more wasn't going to kill her. He sort of grimaced as she took it, and then looked to Gatsby. "I need that taste gone, immediately," he insisted. "Don't worry, Knightly. I'll get you a steaming bowl of onion soup tomorrow," he joked.