Cait listened intently as he spoke. The sound of his voice, the poem, how well he knew it...it was just mesmerizing. She found her gaze drifting towards his mouth a few times, watching as it formed the words perfectly, and had to will herself to look back up. If he didn't use that poem to get laid, he needed to start.
"Well." She almost didn't know what to say. Almost. "David Bacchus recites poetry. Who knew?"