Kevin grinned as he looked Emily up and down. She definitely didn't look the same as she did when they were kids on the island. She was curvier, but not in a bad way. He took notice of the ring on her hand. It must be that she had a few kids running around at home. Either way, she still had a great pair of tits on her that were even a bit nicer now that she'd had babies. He'd have to make sure to send her husband a nice big thank you letter for knocking her up and making some improvements to her body. Unless she'd just taken the simple route and gotten plastic surgery. Which really would have been the better option in his opinion. Why ruin herself down below if she could avoid it altogether and rely on modern science?
He snapped out of it though and refocused his attention on what she was actually saying. Kevin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "That's really all I get? Not even a hi?" Sure, there was bad blood between them and he had all but raped her but he was a different guy today. Sort of. He had refocused his attention on something bigger than how much he wanted to rip her clothes off and have his way with her.
"The Emily I used to know would have at least slapped me across the face first." Kevin looked at her feet and planted them to the ground with his mind, as if two hands had just reached out and forced them to the ground. "How rude. I thought daddy dearest would have taught you better, or at least maybe one of his little whores." He shrugged and then let go of her feet mentally.