Enigma pouted at the idea of him kicking her mouth, before shrugging. “I live at the opera house,” she said, not mentioning the fact she lived under it by several floors. She snatched one of the lemons, sucking it free of the rind and tossing that in the trash, watching him. She smirked, chewing the yellow flesh, a tempting thought occurring to her, but she wondered just how blunt she could be with the man.
“So...do you have a girl?” she asked, selecting another slice. “Someone to get jealous of me flirting with you?”