Melody Malone is no stranger to flirting, and she hears that tone in his voice like it's a most obvious clue. She glances towards him, smirking just slightly at the suggestion. Many men flirt with her, they think it's a way around her (or into her,) and they're rarely successful. That doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy their attempts, of course. In fact, she gives as good as she gets.
"Better get some rest then," she tells him, as though they're talking about something far more strenuous. She gives him another amused smile before she twists and stands from the window, striding across the room like a Hollywood siren, her dressing gown fluttering open around her legs. She puts out the remainders of her cigarette in the ashtray by her bed, before she perches on the edge of it, removing the pins from her hair.
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"Better get some rest then," she tells him, as though they're talking about something far more strenuous. She gives him another amused smile before she twists and stands from the window, striding across the room like a Hollywood siren, her dressing gown fluttering open around her legs. She puts out the remainders of her cigarette in the ashtray by her bed, before she perches on the edge of it, removing the pins from her hair.