He could have sworn that Richard was flirting with him, and as far as he was concerned, that was just fine: the man was attractive as hell, and he couldn’t really find a reason why having a fun one night or repeater would bother Rachel’s work. Taking another sip of his drink he smiled as the other spoke about sounding good, cocking a brow. “Well, you would have convinced me,” he said honestly, leaning against the bar.
Harrison knew flatter when he heard it, but he had no issue accepting it. With a smile he half contemplated putting just his foot against the other’s to see how Richard took it, but he needed to finish his martini before he got that level of confidence. “I am not an anchor man, part of the paparazzi, gossip magazine writer, or mystery man. I work as a personal assistant for a lawyer, and was a paralegal before that,” he said as he took the last sip of his drink, putting it down on the table as he looked back at the other man. “Now, I know your name, but I do my best to ignore the papers you seem to ignore. I have no idea what you do, besides it having some scientific basis- and be kind. My ability to understand science-speak is limited.”