Demand to speak to Erin privately.

Not to be intimidated, you don't let Erin's flippant tone dissuade you. Wanting to get her alone, you calmly stage a diversion.

"Actually, there's a small matter, first," you tell Erin.

"Oh really?" Erin doesn't look pleased. However, she liked the way you took charge and didn't let her words rattle you. She picks up on your body language when you glance meaningfully at the door to the kitchen, then make a gesture towards the other girls as though to say "Important, but not for them."

"Wait," Erin orders the other girls in a clipped tone.

In the kitchen, after shutting the door, Erin wants you to explain yourself.

"Didn't want those girls to get in the way," You start.

"Of?" Erin returns, waiting to follow your train of thought.

"I wanted to see if we can't work out something, just the two of us. You're in charge here, that's for sure."

"And?" Erin unfolds her arms from across her ample chest.

"And I always figure it's a good idea to, at the very least, always see if the top dog is interested in... more than just what's on the table."

Erin scoffs, but it's a flattered scoff. Flattery isn't everything, but she clearly likes what you're putting down. She seems a little amused with you, if nothing else.

"I'm a business major, you don't need to explain it to me." Erin's tone is as close as it will ever get to being playful. Signaling the end of negotiations, she opens the kitchen door to go back where the other sorority girls are.