"No, never."
"Never?"
She lifted her eyes and cooed the word. Cleopatra caught Mark Antony by such methods.
"Never."
"Oh, I can't believe that. Major, you were made—just made—to be a hero of romance."
"Do you think so?"
He was ironically amused.
"Yes, I do. Many's the pretty woman who has kissed your feet." Figuratively speaking, it was quite true, and Hector knew it. She laughed merrily, a hand on his arm. "Listen: I'm going to do something no-one's ever had the grit to do before!"
"You've done that already."
She was entertaining him, in a way.