"Well, that's pretty cryptic. I do like a good puzzle." She takes another sip of her coffee, and it doesn't even feel like prying to read his body language. It's practically screaming. "I'm not going to leap over this table and rip your throat out, and if I wanted to, a face full of hot coffee wouldn't stop me. You don't have to hold that mug so tightly."

She does lean her elbows onto the table, though, to put herself a little closer to him. "And for the record, I'm pretty sure my type is... complicated."