No, thats what she wanted to order, telling her he loved the body and not her. No, that wasn't true and she knew it wasn't true, she knew he loved her, he'd told her often enough with an honesty that couldn't be faked and he wasn't going to get to her that way even if he wanted to. Though she had to admit that for a moment she wanted to test him. Leave the order as it was, glare at him defiantly and see what he did. But she wasn't about to do that. Not to mention his grip on her hand told her all she needed to know about how her mention of 'Mary' had gone.
He wasn't himself. He just wasn't. There was something wrong and thats why he was saying those things. She shouldn't have mentioned Meg and she should never have mentioned his mother. She should just throw Jessica in there and make it a party of blonde blasts from his past. Not to mention the bartender was watching him. Watching that expression, more than a little worried looking for the tiny brunette with the angry looking guy.
"No, no it was just a mistake, I think I'd much rather have a Mohito" she told the bartender with a smile to show she was just fine, before lookin back at Sam meaning to placate him, she leaned in as close as she could to his ear, his hand still gripping hers tightly. "Just a mistake, I swear" she whispered, "We'll drink these and we'll go and dance again. I wore this dress just for you, and maybe its even true I chose this body hoping you'd like it. I mean you know every inch of it don't you?"