[ She cannot see the shit-eating grin, so she immediately hisses with a correction: ] Weasels don't swim - [ And now she can see the grin, and rolls her eyes. ] You know what? Beside the point.

[ More papers get picked up, skimmed over, and then set back down, even as the innuendo of his words sinks in. So too does the blush on her cheeks. ]

You're a very dishonest prostitute, you should've told me about your price upfront.