[He shrugged some more, then fell back on the bed, not really caring if it was his bed or hers.]

Well, you're dressed like that, and my pants are... somewhere. So I'm guessing we had to have a least a little fun.

[...hold on]

...aren't you a lesbian?

[He has met girls who swung both ways, but he was fairly sure that she was on the other side of the fence, not sitting on it.]