It was endearing that she'd forgotten to take the earplugs out and he ran a hand over the back of his head with a slow smirk, nodding once in recognition. "Ma'am." His tongue poked into the corner of his cheek and he swallowed. She was gorgeous, though he didn't show it other than that single drop of his eyes before he'd met her own again.
His muscles were sore in his shoulders and through his back; his skin had the thinnest sheen of perspiration to it, having broken a sweat but only just barely. He was getting older now; he'd be 40 in July, an event he was absolutely dreading. "You, uh. Enjoy the show?" He jerked his head back toward the tent. Dean had seen her around a time or two, but he didn't know her name.