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"Fourteen." It was strangely easy to admit such... Embarrassing facts about himself. Hilariously, these simple points of reference in his life were easy to talk about. Just like his daily job, it was something that happened but nothing that was an end all be all of life. Much unlike the personal details he detesed disclosing. "I was uh, in bed." A shrug of his shoulders was given somewhat absently. "It" meaning his penis "was easy to cover, but Ma's a pretty smart lady. Got a talk about that later." He remembered that all too well if he were honest. It had been awkward enough for him to wish he was dead at least a dozen times before the talk was over.
"Can't imagine that's true." Was all he could offer in response to how her life was 'shambles of awkward'. Really, no one's life could be that bad, in that way. Or at least, Darius had convinced himself of that much some time long ago. Though.... His own life could be pretty question in those regards at times.
"Huh." Came the initial response, a hand removed from hers to scrub over his nearly, but not quite, clean shaven scalp for a moment. "Woman who knows what she wants." He wasn't sure he could be attracted to some random chick who screwed around and dropped hints but never really could voice her opinion. Or, for that fact, a woman without an opinion. Why would he want to mold or shape someone? "Legs." What else was there? "Would you hate me if I said breasts?" The seriousness dropped and a sly smile spread over his face for a moment, almost as if he were teasing.
Part of her had wished she could grab him by the hand and take him to one of the gem houses, as if to prove to him something, but there was really nothing to prove. The moments she felt her cheeks burn up was mainly through interactions with men she had a certain fondness for, this being one of them. Audrey simply smiled back at him, nodding as she reached for another sip of wine, finishing her glass. She still had that fruity drink she had ordered, and reached to move it close to her.
With the warmth of his hand now gone, Audrey pulled her own back onto her lap. She leaned in ever so slightly, curious to his responses. The first made her smile, the second a little wider as she felt confident about her legs, and the third made her muster the fakest laugh that had ever erupted from her throat. It took a lot of self control not to immediately look down at her chest the moment he mentioned breasts, having been often teased about her not so large package. “No,” she finally responded. “It’s normal, I think. For some reason, that’s where guys’ eyes immediately go.” A beat. “You didn’t ask your question.”
A slight laugh was the best he could give in response. Admittedly, he had been joking a little, not completely but at least to some degree. There were plenty of things that could be sexy on a girl, or about a girl, it didn’t need to be all about their body. “Well, it’s not like we have our own.” His smile was easy, good natured even in it’s faint joke.
Though her reminder about him asking his own question brought him back to the situation at hand, he really wasn’t that great when it came to asking people about themselves as he so rarely wished to be asked about. “Well,” A beat fell as he considered what his options were for questions, though, her own question towards him was a rather curious one all on its own. “What about you? What do you find sexy?” Sure, maybe it was a little bit of a cop out, but he couldn’t deny the appeal of figuring stuff like that out either.