"You're telling me," Danny says dryly. "I prefer dramatic and neat." He flashes her a wry grin, hands sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her closer against him. He'd rather leave the former for the stage, anyway, and he's sure she knows that. Off-stage, in direct conversation, it's easier and better to be blunt, to keep things clean and simple. He's not going to get on well with a woman who doesn't understand that.