To talk.

You're enjoying yourself so much that you don't hear anything. Eventually, however, the beauty that you brought her (at least temporary) belongings forcefully pushes you away from her breast.

"{FIRST_NAME}," she says a final time. "I need to talk to you."

"Oh," you tell her honestly. "Sorry."

"No," she says. "I have come to understand that all you men have your own points of focus."

Unsure about where this is going, you simply nod.

"It's just that I don't understand why Andy has chosen the target that he has. I thought that he had retired, but it sounds like he's focused on helping the next generation," she tells you.

You stand completely still a few seconds, before starting to walk away.

However, Brooklyn reaches out, and grabs your hand again.

"Clearly," she says. "You understand that we ALL have our own jobs to do here. However, when MY day is done,... You're next."