She perked up, turning to look at him now. The mottled bruises didn't detract from his attractiveness and she mentally chastized herself on that thought. "Only if you let me pay," she said carefully, gauging his reaction. "It's only right since you paid for my cab fare."

But at the mention of a place in Italy, with a Fiat had her going off in that direction too. "What kind? Spyder or Lancia? Arbarth or stock?" It was a toe in the door so she was happy to take it. And she didn't mind the offer of food, either.