((Ended should so have been intended.. where did the first part go?))
"Mixing the signals, Miss Roxanna," accepting the skin available to caress in one more of those teasing strokes brushing past her knee to unexplored territory for him. She may have surmised his inability to differentiate between a hooker and a thief would have put him, for all his flailing attempts to handle her directness, as inexperienced, but those hands gently kneading into her skin said otherwise. He gave her everything she could want in the grin playing softly on those lips no longer interested in the food on the table. "Come on, we have a little walk to make if you can handle it," a soft slap of his palm against her thigh before slowly extricating himself from her leg.
"I don't live in the city, maybe," another contemplative glance at her, suggestive, "we'll have to find somewhere closer if you're too impatient." He was already easing out of the booth when he said it, smoothing hands down his pants to disperse the wrinkles then giving her one to pull herself up by.