"I'm fine," she said quickly. "I'm just...thinking over what you said." And how different their life philosophies had been. "I'm sure that my mother would have loved for me to be with someone like you," she added, paling as soon as the words were out of her mouth. "I mean. I meant, to be someone like you." All kind and decent and chivalrous instead of a crazy, tabloid-beloved party girl.

"I like that you're, you know, like that. Because most of the guys I've dated...well," she shrugged. She'd been pampered, but being pampered and being treated like a lady were two distinctly different things.

Not that Roxie had ever professed to being a lady. Her old frienemy Brooke was lady enough for both of them on most days.

Pause.

Sip.

Blink.

Deep breath.

"One more question," she said, matching his gaze evenly. Because she needed to be looking at him when she asked this. "Given my dating history, and what you've seen of me in the tabloids..." Another deep breath. She wasn't usually this shy or pensive when asking a question, but this was different. "Would I ever have had a chance at dating you? Being housemates and everything aside, I mean." Pause. "Hypothetically."