Re: Mat & Ren || The Docks
Ren laughed, a burst of air that came out quick and harsh. He threw his head back and ran fingers through dark hair with enough length that it had curled up under the moisture. "Who says I don't remember it," he returned, arched eyebrow, the rush of possibly making a really stupid decision lurking just underneath the surface.
He let his gaze run over her, and then he stretched purposefully, and reached for his trousers. "Give me a reason to yell it."
It's a challenge, but he doesn't really care if she takes it. Sure it's been while since he's been laid, and something tells him she'd like rough and demanding, and he could easily be in the mood for that, chill air of the spring evening or no. But on the other hand, he could go home. It'd be more efficient, less tangled and messy, and probably less likely to drive away a customer. Not that he really cares about that either. It'll almost be interesting to see if she'd have the guts to show up after all of this.