Her smile turns to a wicked grin as she slows her approach, and you can’t help but feel a bit like a deer in headlights. “Not what I meant. You’ve been picking up a peculiar reputation as both a janefilly and a casual flirt, Anon.” She stops right in front of you, neck craned down, her nose only six inches from yours. ”You invite me to a place like this, and I might just dish some of that back.”