He's got the idea at least. She hadn't planned past her initial comment so she's more than happy to wing it now. She can at least vaguely play act with the best of them, though she's not winning any Oscars.

So she lets her eyelids droop some, giving him a bit of a bedroom eyed glance to help along the scene he's painting. She listens for the guards even as she speaks, her corresponding whisper velvety enough, so she hopes. "What, you don't want to see the look on his face once he hears about it? I'll show you a picture if you show me what all the tabloids have been talking about. And maybe a few tricks of my own."