[ Full control might be giving her more credit than is really due, but she knows when she's being called out. Not willing to give her even an inch, is he? Yet, she finds she sort of likes that about him. The challenge of knowing the man. Of having a rapport with him. If she didn't enjoy it at least a little, she wouldn't be here. And they definitely wouldn't be going for dinner, the way friends do. ]

You make it sound easy. [ Though in truth, she's generally found it easy too. As long as a hook-up is nothing more than that. Men and woman alike have found her impersonal and even cruel. How many times as she left a one night stand out in the cold without so much as offering her name? Too many to count. Wryly then, an admission that Kim has probably earned but won't be surprised then: ] Guess I must like him a little.

[ That's more than she'd admit to most. But what difference does it really make? Kim's already seen more of her than she might have allowed willingly. Though maybe that's just the excuse she uses — so that she can let herself have this. This companionship, whatever either one of them does or doesn't want to call it. ]

Hundreds of people have seen me naked, officer. [ That might even be a conservative estimate. Wryly then: ] You're the only one that's seen me try to blow my own brains out. That's intimacy of a kind.