Odile had an argument going on in her head. She was thinking over her own feelings for the incredible dancing nun. 'Well,' she sighed and sipped the wine. 'Sure, she's beautiful, in lots of ways. Might be she is playing sport with me thinking I'm involved with Drexel. It's not amusing. Is this insane? Nobody falls for a nun, not even the banker asked to OK the loan on the convent we joke about. Yet, there are some questions. She seems genuinely attracted to me. I should know that, for sure. Does that mean she has more experience than she would have me believe? Some questions, yes. Next question; where is the extra wine bottle?'