[ hand to her chest like she! will swoon! ]

Oh... I feel faint... maybe I...

[ and then she's deadpan as she leans back and swishes her gin and tonic absently in her other hand. ]

You know better than that. [ sips her drink, head slightly tilted. they really are just two cats that constantly circle each other, ready to slap paws. although he's more a dog with rabies. ] Mm...

Good. There'll be a lot of work, but I think we can manage.