"That's deeply fucking cute," says Alex, one eyebrow lifting. Her hands still on her tits, she squeezes, the fabric of her dress shiny between her fingers. "But that's not quite what I meant. What I mean, Eddie, is are you a tits..." She tugs at the neckline of her dress, revealling more smooth, olive skin and then she turns, bending from the waist and knowing exactly how she'll look when the fabric of her dress pulls tight. "Or an ass man?"