It was all he could do not to swat her away. Not because she was purring and pawing his leg, which might have turned him on, especially with the way she was looking at him, but because he was being touched all together. Ever so slightly, he moved his leg to see if she would get the point. The way she was touching him would only be appropriate in private, and it would be some where else on his body, not his leg.
Ric swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth and looked towards the floor and cleared his throat. "I'll call you kitten, if it will make you happy," he finally said. "So," he started after a long pause of listening to her purr, "was your father a good man?" With the way she was acting, he hoped against hope that her father wasn't abusive to her.