"Well, I did vote for you," he grinned. "I'd hope I'd know a little about you. Plus, my, uh, family is frighteningly good with getting the information they want. Sometimes they can even do it without shedding blood."
Despite the darkness of his words, that easy smile and grey twinkling eyes stripped it of the awkwardness that might have come from another man's less-than-perfect lips.
"Harry would still have Burger King, if your brother deprived him of his coke. As long as he has his paper crown, he's good to go. Talking about man-children."
He sat back in his chair, crossed his arms and grinned at her. He could see that he was having an effect on her, no doubt, but she wasn't acting the fool so many women did. It was a nice feeling, really.
"Yeah, real women don't yelp like that, either. Trust me, my sample size is pretty damn good. Statistically significant, I'm certain. And when they reach orgasm - as every single one does, of course - I've never heard a single one yelp like that. Some of them are loud, sure, but not like that."
He held out his hand palm up, then indicated with his eyes for her to put hers in it. He'd not just take her hand, she obviously had personal space issues, and he wouldn't violate that.