Charlie's interest was piqued when she blurted out 'sharks', and he got up from his seat, looking at her curiously. Then she said 'mustangs' and elaborated about them being sexy cars. That jarred him slightly, because Ford hadn't made a good car in years. If it wasn't a '67 Shelby or earlier, he didn't give a shit. "Forget about the horses... go on with the shark idea. Tell me how sharks make you feel. What about them excites you the most?" This might work, to feed off the passion of another, it might inspire something new and different, something with the potential to wow his new client.
He came to sit down in front of her on the bed, his eyes locked right on hers. Reaching for the remote, he muted the TV to eliminate distractions. His mind was flipping through a mental album of every image he'd ever seen of sharks. He thought of the movie JAWS, of watching Shark Week with his brother, of his few glimpses of dorsal fins over the years while surfing, and of trips to the aquarium with Maggie.
The body of a shark fit well with his current concept. The lines, the simple beauty, the power, even the color. "Come on, talk to me... inspire me." Sydni probably didn't realize it, but it was significant he was asking her for help. He had an actual muse as one of his closest friends, even though things had been odd between them lately. He could have gone to Jaida for help, but he wanted Sydni.