"Journalism, I asked you a question first." She told him. It was never a good idea to tell Lea not to do something. The was a surefire way to get her to do the exact opposite.
"You should know something about me, I'm pretty good at figuring people out, you totally avoiding the question just now, which means, you aren't proud of what you do, or simply can't say." She said and looked at him more skeptically this time. "By looking at you, I can tell you make alot of money, you make the money yourself by the way you totally blew off the coffee stain, you don't flaunt it, which is why you didn't say you'd take care of it yourself, then you held your hand on my back, not to imply you wanted anything sexual but that you were interested, subconsciously, and just now, you smiled while avoiding the question which means, you do this often, you don't tell anyone about what you do, or who you are... tell me if I'm wrong..." She said, smiling confidently.
She did that often and was damned proud of it. Her instincts were never wrong, and she knew when to listen to them. They were telling her now, there was something up.
"Well? Am I right, and did I just ruin a potentially interesting mystery?"