"Not half bad at all," she agreed, reaching out to straighten his tie. Isis grinned. "You can't handle it. But I enjoy tormenting you, so you'll just have to suffer."
Oh a fancy jazz club? "I think you're trying to impress me," she purred. "It might be working." She lifted her chin so she could look into his eyes. "You better be. I learned to dance with my older brother. He's a professional dancer. So I have high standards. You better be better than decent."