Majima slings an arm over the back of his cafe chair and watches her display with cool interest ... at least until she brings out the one-two punch of innuendo and sass. That prompts a staccato fit of giggles.

After a moment, he recovers with a sigh and swipes a pinky finger under his eye. "This is the part where I say, 'it ain't the size, it's how ya use it', right?"

He pops the other half of the sausage into his mouth and chews it thoughtfully. "Where ya from, honey?"