"Mmm." She makes a curious sound around a mouthful of salad, gently setting down her fork, taking a break for another moment to talk and observe, a faint smile playing across her lips.

"I'm not so sure I believe you," she lightly responds, trying to sound skeptical. "Don't you know how many men I've spoken with who claim to have the legs for it? And so many of them wind up a disappointment."