His comment is met with a snort of laughter, her fingers giving his hair a gentle, playful tug. "Muddling like teenagers on prom night," she elaborates as the corner of her mouth twitches into a little smile. Even though she's teasing him, there's a hint of fondness in her voice. It's a good memory. Even if the events that led up to that night in the hotel room weren't exactly good themselves.

She's quiet and thoughtful for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his hand moving along her side as she strokes the back of his neck. Even though he'd been joking, she doesn't mind finding an answer.

"It was the first time I was with someone that knew who I was. And you talked about how you could think of things you'd like to do, but you couldn't remember doing them." There's a pause, and it's obvious by her tone that she's smirking when she continues. "I think it helped too that we'd been undercover in a strip club. You really liked watching me dance."