"I have a sweet tooth." said Vivian. 

"Among other things," Scott murmured oddly.

About to ask him what he meant by that—

 "Do you want coffee?" he got in before her.

"And spoil the taste of the wine? Thanks, no," she refused.

"Then if you’ve finished do you mind if we leave now?" he asked. 

"Oh…" Vivian tensed, her slender spine arching up on the sudden realization that she’d talked his socks off all the way through the meal! It was no wonder ...