CJ was glad she liked the shirt and glad he'd remembered to change out of the concert T he had on previously. Apparently he was slightly less forgetful when he wasn't inebriated. Funny that.
He was mid-grin, simply returning the one she'd flashed him, when his brain caught up to his ears. Tape? It took effort to talk his feet into moving to follow after her and mostly he managed it because now he needed another look at that dress. He moved to walk beside her, his gaze slipping repeatedly down to stare at the bust line of the pretty pink thing.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He had to ask. "Tape? Like, in that...area?" He motioned towards her breasts but did not touch. Of course. Not even he was that stupid.