[ It's a mental record scratch at that; her smile is gone the instant it arrived. ]

I'm flattered, really, [ -said as she draws her hand away now. She shouldn't have encouraged this. Love was one helluva drug, she knew that. And usually, it's fine. Just not when it involves her. ] but you're not exactly my type. A little young for me?

Nothing personal. And no hard feelings! I'm just into, y'know. Something else.