Nalia poured him a second shot, this time pure vodka, top shelf, and slid it over to him. She didn’t bother to answer his question.<br/><br/>Lydia listened to the man call the 15 year old book new. Well, to her it was 15 years old, but who knows what time, place, or even universe this man came from, so to him it might very well be new. Then, when he explained his experience with women, she just furrowed her brows. “You must come from a very strange place if that has been your experience with women. Where I come from, men and women just...well...live. We work, we eat, we hang out. Sure, people have sex too, but it’s rarely the motivating factor to get to know somebody....well, from women’s standpoint at least. Men, on the other hand, will happily get to know a woman if it meant a chance of getting into her pants.” She rolled her eyes at thought of all the times she’d gotten hit on and/or befriended only to be scolded and insulted because she didn’t want to jump into bed. As if being nice was a sign of sexual interest. “Honestly, to hear you describe women in such a way, your universe must be the exact opposite of mine.”