Banter back.

“Let me see.” You don't back down from the challenge as you look into your blind date's fiery emerald eyes.

“A more foolish man, going by your appearance only, would think you're some incredibly high end playmate escort.” It's your turn to riposte, seeing how your new over confident acquaintance will react. She only responds with a raised eyebrow.

“But you're to intelligent, to classy and strong willed for that.” You state and clinically ponder a bit as Ms. Kyle doesn't flinch, apparently wanting this game to continue.

“No, but you're very very sure of yourself. I would guess you enjoy adventure even risk. So the ideal date for you would be visiting an exotic lavish casino you've never heard of? Or maybe something more forbidden? Like sneaking onto a super-yacht that some Dubai prince is holding a gastronomical challenge between world famous chefs for his closest business partners?”

The buxom beauty remains quiet and just smiles, now seemingly amused.

“But why me?” You wonder out loud. Further following the logical train you have unleashed you continue with your deduction, “I'll take you for your word. If you're a friend of Leslie Thompkins then you would greatly value her sage advice. Maybe having a date with someone a little bit, how did you put it, 'more Metropolis' piqued your curiosity? I bet a lot of high-end bad-boys ask you out, but did that get boring?”

“But there is something else.” As you reflect even deeper something doesn't make sense about this most interesting encounter. “You want something?” You say your conclusion out loud, surprising even yourself by it. “There's something you want but what is it?”

“Damn Doc.” Selina Kyle gives you an approving nod. “I've had a lots of guys look me over but no one has undress me so quickly as you just did. Leslie was right, you're very smart and coming to Metropolis has already proved very entertaining. I'm now looking even more forward to our date. But you're right, I'm also here to use you.” The raven haired witch purrs. “Do you mind if I use you, Doctor Anderson?”

Very pleased with yourself, you wait for the answer to the obvious unspoken question.

The curvaceous femme fatale doesn't keep you waiting, “I've been paid a very large sum of money to break into the Athenaeum and steal an item from the museum's rare antiquities storage vault. Being the President of the Board of Trustees it should be easy enough for you to get us through the vault's sophisticated sensors and alarms. After that we can continue on with our date. And I promise, I'll make it a birthday you'll never forget.”