It's the reaction she wants, of course. Tongue-tied, almost stammering, captivated. The knowledge that there's not a thought in his mind for at least the few minutes that he was staring beyond thoughts of her.

"If you like them, feels wrong not to let you enjoy them," she shrugs slightly. Maybe it's mean. Maybe wearing short skirts that got him excited when they were out in public wasn't the nicest girlfriend thing to do.

But wasn't she always good, at the end of the day, at helping out with exactly that sort of problem?

"Only if you're certain. You didn't eat much." Her fingers lift to pinch his cheek lightly before reaching for her iced tea. "Would splitting be enough for you?"