You strike me as the kind of woman who can handle her liquor.

[He replied, speculating without actually asking for the answer, as per the rules he had laid down. As they arrived at the dining hall, Neal dropped his arm away from her only to move a half-step forward and press the door open in front of them. His other hand moved softly to the small of her back to guide her in, a natural and flirtatious gesture he often didn't even realize he was doing anymore.]

I have a Master's Degree, I spent four years in prison, and I've never been married.