Days MCMLXXXVIII - MCMXCIII, part II

She licked her lips and bit the lower one again.

- Fine, let's make it casual, but when it ends, we are going to our separate rooms.

- If you insist - I smiled at her.

- I do insist!

- Woman is fickle, according to certain Italian tenor.

- What? I'm not fickle! First, you use a dirty tactic to force me into going on a date with you, and now this?

I rose my hands in a gesture of surrender.

- Don't blame me. Those are not my words. I just quoted.

- You are so rude, Peter.

- And yet, you like it. I'm different from men you are used to seeing, aren't I?

- The people whom I dated in the past have nothing to do with this, and for the record, I don't like it.

- Why are you lying to yourself? You clearly are interested. You are interested because I'm unpredictable and bold. You are interested because I'm an adventure.

- Why did you become a linguist?

- Why does it matter? You are just changing the topic.