Her eyebrows rose back at him, undaunted and ironic in turn. "Would you be trying if interacting with me gave you anything but a choice?"

As a knock sounded at the door, she reached to place her glass on the counter. "As for the other, the night is still young -- and although the glass in the windows is one-sided, I'm not sure it's bulletproof."

Weaving past him, she padded towards the door. Apparently answering it in a negligee for deliverymen was not an issue.