Date: 2014-10-12 07:16 pm (UTC)
sense_of_paine: (:: drink)
Guy could be trained, that much was apparent. He had a knack for gauging spatial awareness, average-to-fair reflexes, and an easy manner that could make him very useful as an asset. Of course, he'd observed these things about him from a distance; being on the receiving end of a show like that made him appreciate these traits up close if only for the extra intel they afforded.

Meanwhile, Thomas was outwardly impressed. The seed for arousal had been planted; that was to say that he'd triggered his body to respond in such a way, heat spreading upwards and outwards until he felt the beginnings of a flush rising in his olive cheeks. It took him a moment to dip his hand inside his suit and pull out his wallet, unwilling to take his eyes off of Guy - specifically his eyes, his mouth, all the features highlighted when attraction came into play.

"Am I? That's, that's actually flattering. Not that I'm afraid of looking my age," he clarified as he pulled out a wad of cash, slid it close to Guy's hand on the countertop. He cleared his throat and said, "Thanks. I'm sure I'll be back for more."
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