Hemingway didn't take her comment about him being her favourite author as anything other than teasing, and he just laughed. "Well, lucky you," he joked, although he really was glad that she seemed to like it so much. Her wide smile was giving her away.
"No, no, it's um.. a political evaluation of the feudal system that existed in Russia at the time," he told her, as if he was actually buying his own bullshit. "Told through the plot of a bunch of aristocrats fucking people they shouldn't," he added, givng her a teasing smile. "I think you'll love it. You like weird filth," he reminded her, with a little teasing tone.
"I have absolutely no clue if I'm into that kinda thing," he told her, never having tried anything like it before. "Scotch. I don't want to end up being really classy and spitting it back in the glass," he admitted, with a bit of a chuckle.