Re: Peter Pan & Savannah Levine
Pan was a man and of course his blue eyes caught sight of her dress riding every so slightly higher up her thigh. He swallowed and his fingers curled into a fist beneath the table in an attempt to quell the urge to put them where they did not belong. He nodded towards her bare thigh. "You may want to be a bit more careful with how you sit in that dress or you'll be giving more than just me a very nice show."
He'd started to consider her a friend at this point. While he didn't think she'd take him up on the offer, he'd made it anyway. "I'll keep an eye on my phone. Then, I'll just jump over a few tables, ruin a few people's dates, make a scene, and save you from the creeper like the Prince Charming I'll never be." He added the last part with a wink.
"I have no idea who the fuck that is," he replied bluntly. "But I'm guessing Kenny fucks anything that walks and looks like a woman so, in that regard, I suppose I could be." He smirked, blue eyes bright with amusement. "Then again, I could end up getting slapped at every single date except potentially this one." He shrugged. "It's a flip of the coin. Not everyone can appreciate my charms like you can." Because he clearly heard that sharp intake of breath even over the rumble of chatter around them.
The blond settled back in his seat, arms folded over his broad chest as he considered the request. Pan supposed he could wait around for a few more minutes. Drink another whiskey. "I can wait around for five minutes or so," he finally replied. "That's about it. And if you want me to drop you back at your car I don't mind. I just have to be back home by sunrise."