Ainsley can't help her thrill, but she keeps it under wraps, making sure her lips don't quirk up too much to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she appreciates the compliment. "Well, you're very lucky, then, because the fine women of journalism in Washington DC are a foxy bunch, in general," she says coyly, bouncing to her feet when there's a knock at the door.

She signs for the room service and pops a pastry past her lips before she can even roll the whole thing into Sam's room.