"Right, and...does it matter if I'm on my back or stomach?" She was just drunk enough to need to stifle an immature little giggle at her own question, before shaking it off and attempting to take this seriously once more. He was doing her a favor, after all, and she should be respectful of that.

And he was very, very lucky that he hadn't commented on her fat percentage or fitness, clinical statistics or not. she was a lady, after all.