Serena's smile was replaced by a look of startlement. She had expected such a rude, personal question, but after a few seconds, she regained her composure. “Should I really be surprised by that?... After all he is single and did admit he was looking for company.” she thought. Serena pondered for a moment. Was Nicholas just trying to shock or was he really that unsavory?. She licked her lips, revealing a degree of nervousness to a careful observer. “Is this going to be typical of all your questions?...” she asked, then continued without waiting for an answer. “I thought we were getting to know each other...Not divulging our wardrobes...”.<br/><br/>Nicholas’ expression never changed. Serena was still unable to fathom him and their sparing was seemingly turning into a dare. One of Serena’s characteristics was the strong desire to succeed at whatever the challenge and she was determined to find out what Nicholas really was, charmer or scoundrel. Looking directly into his eyes she answered the question. “They are red...french cut…”. Even after her response Nicholas’ expression did not change.<br/><br/>Serena felt a shiver go through her body when she answered. She wouldn’t have normally have gotten herself into such a situation; alone with a strange man and taking part in what was basically flirting. She was not one for teasing men and she always took an instant dislike to those women who blatantly did. Maybe it was the champagne or maybe it was her weeks of virtual solitude but whatever the cause she felt in the mood for mischief, and what harm could it do?<br/><br/>The pair exchanged more questions, but the subject matter was much more polite; favorite colour, favorite food etc. Finally, they reached their final two questions and it was Serena’s turn. “Are you a religious man?... Do you go to church?” she asked but already guessed what the answer would be. She couldn’t see Nicholas as the church-going type, and if he did his time spent in confession would require multiple priests.<br/>