"You're doing it again," he scolded, thumbing the side of the now cooling cup in his hands. Putting the thing aside, he leaned forward just enough to give her the impression that he was being serious.

"And by "doing it again," I mean that you're putting yourself down. Which is, I guess, your prerogative if you feel that way, yeah." he leaned back, and looked out the window, casting an arm over the back of the booth. "But, come on --" Even though treading dangerous waters was his specialty, he hoped he didn't sound too sincere about what he was going to say next. "--Do you think I honestly care if you look like a supermodel or not?"

A laugh. "_{I mean, you do, you know;} but I'm more into the part of your body you think with than anything else. Being pretty is just a bonus."