Dark eyes tracked Cassandra's movement as she decided to leave the bar and cross to the booth. He hadn't necessarily expected her to join him, but he supposed it was always interesting to see what people did when intentions and expectations weren't clearly expressed.
"You've chosen an interesting display for your assets tonight," he observed lightly, though his eyes stayed on hers as he spoke. They'd already taking in the full look of her as she'd moved across the club to him. He quite enjoyed the way her leg peeked out of the slit, long and tan and toned. It wasn't difficult to imagine those legs wrapped around him.