Nancy gave him an odd look, but shrugged and answered him anyway, smacking her gum as she chewed. "Well, there was the one time he wanted to wear a kilt and lipstick while we did it on a shag rug in his den, but..."

Her voice drifted off and she caught Gordon's horrified expression. "Something tells me that's not what you were getting at, honey," she stated, adding, "What did you say your name was, again?" One brow arched neatly as she took a sip of her cocktail.