Again that question. Like a dog with a bone, always had been. She swirled her own drink, more for the pleasure of hearing the ice chink than anything else. She gave him an up and down look as she considered how to answer, taking his statement at face value. There was a bit more roundness to him than she remembered. She found herself wondering if he was soft in the middle. What his thighs...that wasn't a productive line of thinking at all.