Re: 9:15ish, open
Oh, he was charming, too. Mary remembered the hands and smiled mischievously, but didn't tell him what she was thinking.
Mary's mouth formed a perfect o-shape of surprise upon hearing that Erik wrote smut for a living. Those people usually had some sick and awesome fantasies that they put on paper...Maybe he'd put them on her, one of these days.
"Really?" She asked suggestively. Oh god. Contact. Hell yeah it was on. But not easily, not with Mary. "Hopefully that won't mean you're all talk and no action..." She teased, pulling away with the same smirk as before.