"Enough that if someone else had taken the job he could have paid me a hefty chunk of what he owes me." She pitches her voice up a couple notches, so Dante can hear her annoyance. Not that the pizza fiend likely cares.

She lets herself look for five seconds-- Enjoy the view of his bare back, and then she's turning her eyes intentionally back to the pool table. Not that looking away is helping her brain sort out how to fix the mess she'd made.

"You can't get what I want out of the fridge."