"We should probably give you something to compare it to," Nathan suggests, then pauses. "Not after Indian food, though, that just seems dangerous."

The rest just kind of baffles Nathan. In a good way, he thinks, because he's a glutton for punishment and apparently he's developing a thing for girls who are way smarter than he is. The sort who could make him feel like shit about himself. God, he hopes she makes him feel like shit about himself.

"Your bloody PhD isn't important?" he asks, incredulous. "I barely got out of secondary school."