When they exit the apartment, she’s astonished at his ability to simply turn it off. She’s the very definition of "hot and bothered’ and he’s strolling casually to the left of her, asking her questions about what she’d been brewing and how her night had been. But she finds it hard not to be completely engrossed in conversation with him, her aggressive sex drive fading to the background as they talk. He’s genuinely interested in her work, asking for references not because he doesn’t believe her but because he wants to read the articles himself later. He smiles far easier than she’d ever realized, or at least he was that night. 