Whether it was him asking if she was turned on (and she was, she really really was) or anything else or whether it was him grabbing her breast or whatever it was, she kind of blinked and stood up. "I.. can't.. I can't. Just.. can't.." she wouldn't be that kind of woman. Even if now she was going to think of his hand down her pants, rubbing at her clit until she got off. She'd apologize but god knew he didn't want that. "Maybe when I'm divorced.." she muttered and put down her drink. She'd have to go call a cab or something, but she couldn't stay.