Meanwhile Lux had no idea what in the world she was doing. She wasn't one to obsess over definitions but she knew they soon would need to define each other and just friends probably didn't cut it anymore. But did anything else? Was Lux even the type to have a boyfriend anymore? And one who had been her friend for years and whose excitingly dangerous streak wouldn't blind her to what an asshole he was because he didn't have one of those and he wasn't an asshole? If Troy wasn't looking at her right now she would bury her head in her hands and groan, probably, out of frustration with herself. Maybe she should just focus on the right now and jump off the bridge when they came to it. Oh. That had been a bad analogy on this particular day.
"Okay you don't understand, clearly. Fit is one thing. Richard Simmons is fit. Right? But he's not sexy, for Christ's sake." A mischievous smile drew itself on Lux's features as she looked him over. "There's the expressive eyes, and the sexy smile, and the awesome hair, and then there's the arms and the stomach and the height and you're basically, what do they call it? Tall dark and handsome, I think. And let's not forget the fact that you exude a certain kind of innocence and good nature. Bad girls like me would die to corrupt you, just to see if there's something more...beastly underneath." There, few words but comprehensive description. She raised an eyebrow in expectancy.
But while his beastly side didn't come out the way he smoothed her hair was good too. Especially now that she was back to worrying about Simon and hoping and praying - to gods she didn't really believe in - that he was alright. Troy's suggestion was a sound one, except for a minor problem. "You got her number? 'Cause I don't. I'd have called her to check on little Tabitha if I did, because God knows that's about the only reason I'd talk to that woman, ever." She didn't like people who didn't like her friends as they were, dammit.