"Once again," she answers, wrinkling her nose. "Speak for yourself."

There are moments like this when she finds herself wondering what the hell she's doing here. Steve is a good guy, he's been nice to her, he's good in bed -- well, he's been good with everything they've done so far, which she figures will translate to the rest -- and she's kind of freaked out by that. Most of the time she thinks she does a pretty good job of hiding it, like she is right now, but sometimes, when she's alone, she can't help but think of the last nice guy and how much she fucked that up.

"So how weird is it going to be when you and Robin are both over?" she asks, smirking.