Thank God someone is going to break the ice. Midge is well-practiced enough in banter that she doesn’t laugh at his comment, but she does crack a smile. “Fortunately for you, my clown costume is at the cleaners.”

She takes a sip of her drink, which she realizes is straight vodka. That seems a bit extreme, suddenly, and she places the drink on the table next to them.

“I guess off limits for me would be pain. A lot of pain. A little is okay. I don’t mind being tossed around a bit, but not hurt… if that makes sense?” Hopefully she’s explaining herself correctly.