Duncan was in the middle of a sentence when Trudi settled on top of his groin. He broke off and looked up to her with a smile, and when everyone melted back into their own separate conversations the smile turned a little crooked. "How very disappointing for you, I'm sure. So... nothing interesting at all?"
He was dressed in an olive green button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his hair gelled enough to look 'bed messy' and spiked enough to look detailed. He had a clean shave, as always, and smelled of cologne and just the slightest hint of brimstone. One arm snaked around the girl's waist, holding her right where she was.