Without thinking, really, she tipped the bottle and poured him another.

"The women aren't even real." Not that it'd stopped him before. But she didn't say it aloud. It'd only shame herself as much as it did him. Possibly even more. "A-and...it's disruptive! And I feel all...illegal and rebellious and not in a good way. And flapper dresses do nothing for anyone's figure.

And I've heard quite enough of your new perspective, thanks."

Sore spot. She had to change the subject. She had to change it fast.

"What about the hunt, huh? Are you buying into that brouhaha?"