Jeanette was, above all, looking for a way to entertain herself that didn't involve going back to the brothel, grabbing one of her own whores, and filling the nighttime with unspeakable sorts of things. Even if this encounter ended in much the same way, at least he was an unfamiliar face and offered the possibility of exploration, of discovering new things. It had been quite a while since she'd taken a man to bed, actually, come to think of it. Most of the ones she'd taken a liking to in LA had been scared off by Therese's machinations after a while.
She almost burst into outright laughter at his response to her teasing. Honestly, it was refreshing to have someone react like this. She managed, however, to restrain her reaction to a light chuckle and an equally teasing response. "Mm, I might be the impatient one, but you didn't tell me no." She could detect the slightest shift in his aura, an indication that perhaps he was a little more into the idea than he let on. She could work with that. Jeanette was well-versed in turning a twinge of interest into full-blown obsession, though the intention here was more a nighttime of pleasure than the desire to have this attractive man pleading for her attention constantly. That was a little more attachment than she cared to bother with right now.
"Maybe I do. You'll never know if you don't try." So he was intent on testing her, was he? Well, regardless of what he put in front of her - given their shared interests and goals for the night, she was pretty certain that she could handle it with ease. Now, she wasn't a Brujah or a Ventrue - she didn't possess the Fortitude discipline, which would allow her to soak a punch regardless of the strength without batting an eye. It wasn't something she'd ever sought out the opportunity to learn, either. Jeanette was of the opinion that a little pain made everything more fun. Still, she wasn't a mortal creature, and as such possessed fortitude beyond that of your average human. Indeed, he could punch straight through her stomach and have his fist come out the other side and all she'd need to fix it was an expenditure of the blood she'd consumed. Well, it might be a little more difficult than that, but not by much.
She didn't have much of an opportunity to brace herself - supernatural speed, again, was not one of the traits she possessed; her talents in that regard were centered more on the mind than the body - but still, the punch plowed into her chest and while she staggered backwards a step or so, she remained largely unhurt. A punch didn't have much of an effect on an undead body. "What do you think?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Am I good enough for you, sweetheart?"