Blues laughed softly, shaking his head at Paparazzi's comments. She was unlike anyone he had ever met before - confident, proud, smooth at talking - and yet he still found her to be somewhat mysterious. In the same vein that she rarely saw him or his followers popping up in soundbites he rarely paid attention to the world around him except to get fodder for his songs.
"So you like to play games, or only with the people you feel ain't good enough for you?" He had no idea what parameters she was using, but he was obviously good enough if she were still speaking to him. Admittedly, fashion had never been his big thing, but that was nothing that bothered him. He bought and wore whatever felt comfortable.
His eyes followed the path of that leg, taking a sip of his drink as he remained cool and impassive even though inwardly he was somewhat stunned by the display. If that wasn't an invitation than he didn't know what was. She was certainly good at attracting attention.
"Oh, I certainly do consider myself dangerous, but not to sweet things like you. I try real hard to keep myself in check when around ladies."