It was always a thrill when it was clear he was getting to someone, that he was stirring such strong responses in them, when he could practically feel the heat and desire radiating off of them. Giving her hair a tug to tilt her head up to him, he brought his face down to nearly meet hers, his lips a breath away from hers. "What's her name?" he asked, his words ghosting over her lips. He could address the matter of whether or not he'd wanted to see her again once he knew she wasn't getting drugs from some sloppy shithead.