Pretending to be all flustered with the talk of a coup, giving him a shy blush and letting out a shy nod. Mumbling to myself over tasty boys while escorting the nice man to a sitting room where we can get to know each other in a more interesting setting. Once there I take a seat on a love sofa and drape myself over it.<strong>"Ah yes, much better. Now what do you want to discuss about a coup? Sounds delicious."</strong>