"I've heard a lot of fencers do that. Boxers too, but that might just be a rumor. I hope it's true." She grinned and shrugged. "Ballet's difficult if you're a guy. Lots of lifts, precise lower body movements. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
When he moved closer, she grinned in return. "I could, if you wanted." She leaned closer and gently licked the frosting from his nose, moving closer to kiss him after she'd swallowed. When their lips parted, she didn't move away entirely. "Sexy isn't about my body. I'm in shape because I get pounded by waves almost constantly. I've got my mother's legs and my father's eyes - biology. Sexy is something in the brain that I don't understand. I don't get it. I go out with my girlfriends, and they know how to flirt, they know how to handle it when a guy gives them a phone number. I assume that they want to play video games, or maybe go to the shooting range." She shrugged. "I don't get it."