Increasingly feeling as if he was losing control of the situation, Aaron gave her a sidelong look as she got nearer. He was doing an admirable job of keeping his eyes on her face, and not the material of her skirt. "I... don't know. I haven't met very many." He could of lied, but it didn't feel just right in this situation, and the conflicting signals he was getting from his body, who was all for contact in every way shape and form, and his other senses, which really could do without more personalities and emotions floating around confusing things, thanks very much, sort of made it difficult to think. She didn't have to worry about him understanding exactly what she meant. "Maybe you're not meeting the right men," he said, with a good bit of honesty and no small amount of smugness.