Gwen's eyebrows raise, catching on to her new-found ability to fluster the boy. It was fun and useful to play coy with clients, bat the eyelashes and flash the smiles and the occasional show of skin, and there was always something to gain in return. Power, influence, more cash, they're trust, you name it.

This was a little different. Either her charms are really working overtime on Party Boy here, or he just isn't used to people. Girls. It was a 50/50 shot, but Gwen's ego leaned toward the former.

"I was thinking...out of the woods," she says, her voice laced with plenty of 'duh.' "Life of luxury, remember? I don't eat in the woods, and I don't have sleepovers." A beat, before adding playfully: "So don't get any ideas."