[her warmth is met with heat. she's engaging with him in a way that leaves him no choice but to breach a potential boundary, but he thinks she must want him to tell the truth or she wouldn't be asking. not like ani or shauna or cellar, no, she hasn't sidestepped or disuaded him. she has to be encouraging him.]

I like a lotta things. I like telling women about 'em when I touch them. You want me to touch you?

[the cards stay in his peripheral. not eula but a bartender who wouldn't call themselves a dancer. options don't lie, he's smacked down so many little faces he knows he's got to be close.]

You're shooting blanks here, sweetheart. Not blond. Is it Sebastian?