Very well

When you started in on Emma Watson, you weren't really sure what to expect.

The tabloids tell a much different story about her wild side, or so it would seem, than what actually exists.

So eventually you decide to dig a little deeper yourself and see what you can find out about this charming British lass who has inexplicably decided to give you the time of day.

"HA...tabloids can be a dangerous thing my dear John," she tells you, the sound of her saying your name in that British accent of hers quite possibly the sweetest thing you've ever heard, "so my usual way of handling it is to not let it get my knickers in a wad."

Boy, what you wouldn't give to get into those knickers yourself, you think to yourself, but since things are going so well, you're just glad you didn't let that slip out in front of her.

"But if you really must know John, I have been known to pick random guys out at these parties and show them a good time, if the mood strikes me," she finishes, her hand coming to rest on your thigh as you let yours land on her bare thigh and then let it slide ever so slightly further up.

Thinking you need a minute or two to clear your head, you tell her you're going to go buy the two of you another round, but you really get up and leave so that you allow yourself to process what Emma just told you about her promiscuity, and what it might mean for you later.