Her eyes narrowed, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you." She rolled her eyes and went back to scrolling through her phone, not showing any particular enthusiasm.

She shivered slightly at his proximity, but quickly regained her composure. "Hah! You wish. I'm not that easy." She scoffed, trying to hide the slight blush creeping up her cheeks. "Besides, I don't even know you that well yet."

She flinched away from his touch, but her eyes lingered on his hand. "Don't get ahead of yourself. I'm not some cheap floozy." She huffed, but there was a hint of curiosity in her voice. "So, what exactly did happen last night? And don't leave out any details."

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "Oh really? Well, I suppose I can't fault you for being a gentleman." She smirked, leaning back against the headboard. "But don't think this means I'm going to make it easy for you. I have standards, you know."

She met his gaze, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Is that so? Well, I guess we'll see about that." She stretched languidly, the bathrobe slipping slightly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy skin. "But first, I need coffee. Lots and lots of coffee."

She hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his, allowing him to help her up. "Fine, but don't think this means I'm going to go easy on you." She smirked, following him towards the kitchen. "And I don't get morning-after blues. I'm not that fragile."

She rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "You're awfully confident for someone who hasn't even made me breakfast yet." She sat down at the kitchen table, crossing her legs. "Impress me, then. Show me what you've got."

She watched him work, a hint of admiration in her eyes. "Well, well, well. Look at you, all domestic and shit." She smirked, leaning back in her chair. "I must say, I'm impressed. But don't let it go to your head. I'm still not going to make this easy for you."

She raised an eyebrow, picking up her fork. "Big words, Lorentz Aboghosh. Let's see if you can back them up." She took a bite, her eyes widening slightly. "Huh. Not bad. Not bad at all." She smirked, taking another bite. "But don't think this means I'm going to start fawning all over you or anything. I still have standards, you know."

She rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. "You're impossible." She took another bite, savoring the flavors. "But I have to admit, this is really good. You've got skills, I'll give you that." She leaned back in her chair, studying him. "So, what's your story, Lorentz Aboghosh? What makes you tick?"

She tilted her head back to look up at him, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, so you're a mystery man now? How very intriguing." She stood up, stepping closer to him. "Well, I do love a good mystery. But don't think you can just leave me hanging. I want answers, Lorentz Aboghosh. And I always get what I want."