They went out for coffee cautiously. Both of them were tentative and afraid of this newfound thing they had unpeeled at the Partner's gathering. They were wondering how many layers it had, and how far they were willing to go before it unraveled.

"I think we should set some ground rules," Harvey suggested.

"Okay," she said, her face serious.

"Your place or mine?" he asked.

"Yours." She replied.

"Italian food or Chinese food?"

"Italian. Definitely."

"Any past injuries I should know about?"

"Nope. I am as healthy as a gift horse."

"I think you botched that a bit."

"The gift horse bit? I thought I was a gift horse," she said.

"You're not a gift horse." He replied.

"Then stop staring at my mouth," she said with a smirk. He smiled. "My turn. Do you prefer to go out or stay in?"

"Go out."

"So I'll be attending a lot of galas, and movie premiers?" she asked.

"If we agree to pursue this thing, yes."

"Lots of wine tastings?"

"As long as you agree not to get drunk."

"I don't know, Harvey… I think you'd like me when I'm drunk. I'm much more fun that way."

"You're fun enough now."

"Will I get to meet your parents?" she asked.

He hesitated.

"No." he said finally.

"Alright," she said, taking it in stride. He was surprised that she accepted it without pestering him, but he was learning quickly that she loved what usually irritated people most about him: his distance, his arrogance, and his sharpness, to name a few. "But to be even, you won't get to meet mine, either." She said, and then took a slow bite of the cookie in front of her.

"What do you like most about me?" he asked. She hesitated, then laughed at herself.

"What?" he asked, smirking.

"You'll laugh."

"I will not."

"I like… I like the way you say 'jack shit'." She giggled.

"You're kidding," he said. "I have all this money, the apartment – well, you've seen the apartment – I'm the best lawyer in the city, and what gets you off is the way I say 'jack shit'? Damn." He took a sip of his scotch.

"My turn to ask. Do you prefer the truth or love?"

He paused, then said firmly, "Truth. I'd hate to be the poor sucker that's the last to know."

"Well, it goes without saying that I will be loyal to you," she said.

"I won't ask that of you," he said.

"Well, I'm giving it to you," she said.

"I don't think you should."

"I do. I don't want you to think about me with someone else. I don't mind if you see other women – as my danna you can see whoever you like, but I want to be just yours."

"I don't think you can do that."

"Are you saying I can't be loyal to you?"

"I'm saying you won't be."

She fell silent, then she stood up and began packing her things, eyes burning.

"What?" he asked.

"It's not what you said," she said. "You say shit all the time and I've learned not to pay attention to it. But you meant that, Harvey. Do you really think that little of me? No. Don't answer. I already know the answer – if you've fucked one, you've fucked them all. You assume I'm just like every other woman. Well, forget it, then. Clean your own goddamn apartment!" she spat, and then stormed out, muttering in Japanese.

"Check, please." he said to the waiter.