"Hmm, let me think," she says, gaze lifting in pretend thought. It's a good way to take a moment to consider all of this and what it means. And what he might think it means. Because she doesn't know how he handles things of this nature. Her gut tells her the answer would be in the most awkward way possible.

"I suppose we should discuss things so we are clear on what we want, but that is not a conversation for a party. That is for in my tent." Behind closed doors, except she doesn't have any doors.