[She pouts and shifts to put both arms around him, pressing as close as possible. She doesn't care if these fuckers watch her mate finger her for the next two hours.] I mean, come on, I was probably a lot cuter as a teenager. Augh. [She kisses his neck again.]

Whatever. You still want to fuck me so that's what counts. Fuck him and his stupid fucking rejection.

[Yes, he can get away with it in this instance, especially since it's making her feel better to get the whole stupid prideful mess out of her head.] And now we're going to go have dinner with him, apparently.