[Ah, there it is: Rejection. It's never nice to be rejected by someone, but this just feels mean. It honestly wouldn't bother her so much, if he obviously wasn't having a laugh on her expense here. Ah well, too bad for him that J didn't feel the least bit embarrassed by her actions here.

The smile is gone as she straightens her back, still sitting on the desk and looking down at Miles with sour eyes. The comment about blondes made her scoff out loud and roll her eyes. Brunettes, then? She never had quite understood anyone who'd pick Jane Russell over Marilyn.]

That's rather harsh assumption, Mr. Miles. Like I said, it's just business. [She does notice his eyes on her, observing her. Another thing she's not fan of. She's not quite sure whether he's now aware of her 'secret', not that it really matters, but she can too sense some pity from him.]

And honestly? If I were you I wouldn't be so picky. Or is that everything isn't working down there and you're just try to hide it, hmm?

[Because hey, that might actually be true? She remembers hearing from somewhere that cripples tend to have problems with erections.]