Being frank.

"I'm an exotic dancer, and I also do some modeling." Beth just laid it out. Kyle only blinked in surprise.
"Wow, that was not the response I was expecting."
"Why? Do I look too normal for that, Kyle?" She didn't think that was what he meant, and her defensive response was meant playfully.
"No... I just never expected.... Brian doesn't really... I guess what I mean is...."
"Kyle, it's okay, I'm not really mad. I like what I do."
"I'm glad. It's more that I know my brother. Does he...?" he trailed off, seeming worried that he was treading into insult.
"Approve? He lives with it. I kind of promised him I'd quit when we got married." She leaned back, letting him digest that.
"You don't seem like the type to let a guy tell you what you can't do for work." Was all he could muster. Was...was he looking at her differently? Maybe with the eyes of a guy who'd been deployed overseas for a while?
"Well, sometimes we make compromises for the people we love."
"Are you dancing tonight?" was his voice suddenly hoarse, like his mouth was dry?
"I am." Maybe she should get him a nice lap dance, from one of the other girls? It was probably safe to let him know where she danced. He was going to be family, after all. "Are you like your brother, Kyle? Do you like strip clubs?"
"Yeah, they're fun." He was so cute, trying to be modest.
"Good." Beth laughed as she wonder what other ways the two brothers were different.