[ If he knows these things, it's merely due to the fact that he bothers to pay attention. She's a beautiful woman. Sharp and clever. Strong. He could no sooner look away than he could cut himself off from his power. There's something magnetic with them, a force which reverberates between them, tugging them closer and closer and he, just like she, appears to be powerless against it.

Slick and formal work clothes? The foolish craftsman lined the buttons with metal. Slick they may remain... for a spell; however, even now as they banter, he's slowly unbuttoning the top, then the second, then the third with his abilities--all the while smirking at her, completely unrepentant. ]

I'll ensure you do come... eventually. [ A horribly blatant misunderstanding of meaning? Him? Why, he'd never do such a thing. ] Eventually sounds much too long. You would make me wait?

[ The backs of his knuckles glide down the smooth column of her throat. Down, along her chest. Down, until they graze the very edge of her bra. ]

What will we do if I make you wait in repayment?