Was that Iran that he'd mentioned? She'd been stuck back on what he'd said several minutes earlier and hadn't been paying as much attention as she'd thought. Now that she had his attention, though, she wasn't going to waste it. As soon as she made sure that he wasn't going to choke to death first. That was the polite thing.

Once he'd brought his coughing under control, she set down her glass and leaned forward on the table, ignoring the waiter that had taken a second glance at her question, too. Her seriousness was the only indication he'd need that she wasn't being funny. "Do you? Do you think that I'm slutty?"