"Ooooh!" Madison grinned, then chuckled lightly. Simms wasn't wrong; the priest would be, of everyone, the most likely to even listen at this point. "Good choice, good plan. I didn't know you had a son. Does he take after you?"
When Damon said she knew how to party Madison looked back at him over her shoulder and shook her head surreptitiously, shifting her eyes in Simms' direction as if to tell Damon 'not in front of him'. She was trying to maintain her weakly womanly innocence as best she could in front of this guy after all. She turned back to Simms. "What he means is that I used to sneak into high society exclusive events like art shows and movie premieres, plays, stuff like that. Many, many after-parties followed, and not a penny spent."
She smiled, as angelical as possible, and then turned back to Damon. ""PB&J. What goodies did you bring?"