"Mary, I do not ogle Giselle," Lex said, adding extra emphasis on the 'do not' to get the message across. "And our relationship isn't like that. We're just friends. It would be very inappropriate to…"
"Inappropriate to what?" Mary interjected, her mouth full of fried chicken. Seriously, how was she eating? "To act like a totally normal person and actually ask her out so that she can decide for herself if that's what she wants, rather than making assumptions of your own? She clearly has a checkered past, and some unspoken burdens weighing down on her. She's literally like the perfect template for a damsel - a competent, self sufficient damsel, yet a damsel nonetheless - who could clearly use being rescued by a knight in shining armor. Or, you know, you in your suits. Speaking of, have you decided to never wear anything else ever again? You know a work uniform isn't like a prison sentence. You can wear jeans occasionally, especially when you're the boss. Or between work hours."