A part of him was telling him this was a very bad idea. Only he couldn't determine what part. Or why it was telling him this was a poor idea. He could see that she had very lovely eyes though.
He smiled when she talked of pretty and vary lucky women. 'I used to, yes,' he said with a smirk, and with the words the very reason why it was past tense came crashing down with full force.
Percy.
Oh this was a very bad idea indeed. No matter how gorgeous she was, and how much his body seemed to want to think of kissing her. Fuck!
He pushed the thought away, focusing a bit on the kitten instead to gather his mind, though her question forced him to look up again, and once more he found his breath caught in his throat. Pushing the image of Percy, of the way he would look at him sometime, of the way he looked when he came undone, to the forefront of his mind, he cleared his throat. 'Erm, yes, I do. I take it that you do too?' he said, not stepping back, but not attempting to push forward either. Somehow remembering Percy made her easier to resist.