"I would not do that!" he gasped in horror. "I won't do anything tonight. Tonight, I'm doing this." He gestured downward with a pointer finger, clearly referring to the bar they were in. "Just this. I'm very one-track minded."
The question of men being visual creatures had an obvious answer. Archer nodded. "Yes, we are." He recalled the sight of Isobel in that pink dress the night she had invited him to her apartment for dinner. Honestly, he would have walked off a cliff if she commanded him to while wearing that dress. It was truly evil. "Overt women are terrible," he said, upper lip curling. "If-if it's true, why keep stating it?" He finished the rest of his shot with a grimace. "Though I like women that know they're beautiful, but don't overstate it. Isobel is that way. She knows." He paused, pointing at Sam. "She knows what she does. But she never says it." He shook his head, sliding two fingers across his lips.