She stared at him for a moment, his eyes entirely too intelligent for her comfort. She reminded herself that she'd claimed an injury at the park, and if it came to it, she could follow with that lie.
She stepped inside with an exaggerated sigh, and she made a show of removing her scarf with a flourish, then the cream-colored hooded coat she was wearing. Beneath, she had on a short, shiny black babydoll dress and black tights. She spread her arms, and she twirled for him, before stopping and giving him an intentionally coquettish smile. "Done looking, sugar?" she asked, figuring making him uncomfortable might be a good tactic.