Normally, he wasn't a bossy person, he was very comfortable, just going with the flow of things, or allowing others to take control of a situation. So long as he didn't mind what was going on, of course. Somethings, he couldn't put up with. Some people, he couldn't tolerate. For the most part though, he was a whatever happens, happens kinda guy. Yet, tonight, he was feeling mischievous. He blamed the atmosphere. Truthfully though, a sensitive sense of smell allowed you to pick up on things, that you never would being a simple human. You could pretty much smell the desire, and sex in the room. And that was adding gas to the fire.
"You've never let me down before, guess I should have known, eh?" He teased, his hand once more moving to her chest. It didn't dance long in that valley of smooth, supple skin which rested between her breast. In fact, it became rather bold, and slipped beneath the fabric it's self, cupping her right breast in his hand. Well, she was being hands on, so why shouldn't he? Nah, he wasn't bossy, but there was something hot about being able to tell the two women what to do, more or less. The fact that both of them willingly followed his instructions caused his pulse to quicken. The relocating of Cat's hand didn't hurt either.
When his turn came about, he grumbled inwardly. Fuck, he had been enjoying the sights after all. The complaints didn't last long, because, even though the view changed, it was to a damn fine one. His eyes sat fixed on the swiveling hips of the dancer before him, that movement was almost hypnotic. Not surprising why so many men blew a shit load of cash in these sorts of places. What with the reputation of the dancing, and most of the blood flow directed south, they likely weren't thinking at full compacity. When Cat shifted against him, his hand fell from the confines of her dress, slipping down the side of her body, past her waist, and finally coming to rest of the swell of her ass. So long as he had something to squeeze, he didn't care what it was.