*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."