It's comforting, at least, that her weird alter-identity thing is the only dirt he has on her. Not that she's a woman with a whole lot of secrets; for the most part, she's an open book. "I'll keep that in mind," she replies, watching his thumb pass over her knuckles again.

Slyly, she glances up at him. "Anything else you need to tell me? No deep, dark secrets? Secret clubs you want me to join?" She might be teasing. Maybe just a little bit.