Phrank and Alice both blushed, for different reasons.<br/><br/>"Hard to help when I'm tied up in the corner," Alice mumbled, not quite pulling her hand away when Phrank reached across the table to lay a sympathetic paw near her fingers.<br/><br/>"Yeah, the others...no, it's Phrank.  I'm a misfit.  I don't dress like they do, I don't act like they do, I don't...I don't fit in.  I'm not much of a nightmare."  The (less) Naughty Cat-girl heaved a sigh, shook her head.  "I don't do miniskirts and bare midriffs.  But I do like sex.  I like it just fine.  Boys, girls...whichever."  This last was directed to Sunny, not to Alice.  "And I'd be lying if I claimed not to have thought about dragging you into the ladies' room, taking down those jeans, and giving you something to smile about instead of...bruises and shit."<br/><br/>Her eyes dipped to the display of shirtlessness beneath Sunny's coat.<br/><br/>"And I kind of like the view.  But I don't have a spare shirt.  I know where you can get one.  If you think you can trust me."<br/><br/>This time, her smile was a bit hopeful.