She presses her lips together, thinking. "I want what's best for the video."
"It's your call then. We can reshoot with another actress."
"If we don't… you think people will recognize me?"
"With me half-naked?" I cock a brow, teasing. "People won't notice shit."
She laughs. "True. But you half-naked means extra views, which means more eyes on the video."
"You want to stay out of the public eye?"
"I want to edit it more than I want to stay behind the camera. I will do it, Mal. I'll finish cutting it together with
this footage."
But there's something stopping her. "But you don't want your ex to see it?"
"No… he won't."
"You sure? It will be a hit with me rolling around bed shirtless."
She lets out a full-blown belly laugh. "Give me a second." She presses her hand over her face, trying to stifle her giggles. "You're just… you're so matter of fact about it."
"You get used to that shit when you're famous."
She nods. "You're not you. You're Mal, the Dangerous Noise singer."
I nod.
"The unavailable, brooding bad boy."
"I'm unavailable?"
"Dangerous Noise doesn't have any love songs."
"True." I've never really thought about it that way.
"Is that because you've never loved someone or because you've never wanted to share it?"
"No comment."
"But you have your harem."
"You're still going with harem?"
She nods. "You have a better word?"
"Women I call for a good time."
"Okay." She stares back at me. "Is it enough satisfaction, the women you call for a good time?"
"It was. But I'm done with it."
"Why?"
"It gets too messy. Why'd you leave your ex?"
Her gaze shifts to the wall. She trips over her words. "Adam, he… he was a good guy. Still is. Just not my guy. He couldn't… We didn't… We didn't prioritize the same things."