"Well, give me a chance." I leaned back against the sink. "You know, this striptease isn't helping repress my primal male instincts a whole heck of a lot."
"Matt, for somebody who's supposed to be an expert on Japan, you've understood very little about us."
"Us?"
"You know. I'm half and half." She flashed me a Mona Lisa smile as she was wrapping her hair in a towel. I found myself thinking that at least she shaves her underarms, a minor concession to conventional propriety.
"Well, so what. I'm an equal-opportunity seductionist. That is, when I get the opportunity."
"Not making much headway tonight, I fear." Another tricky smile. She was starting to drive me distracted.
"Thought you'd never notice."
"Matt, you're an emotional basket case. I've seen plenty." She looked me over sympathetically. "Sorry, but I've got enough problems of my very own. You'll have to manage your own salvation."
"Could be you're just deceived by my sensitive nature." I leaned against the counter, playing peek-a-boo with a tan nipple now half-concealed in the bubbles. "Mistaking it for brain damage."
"Uh, uh." She shook her head in the negative. "I read your gender pretty well."