"It's like she's using my temple for a practice dummy. I get these little visions of her going at it, and I don't mean in the fun good times way." Eric looked as if he were preparing himself to be hit, but it was only for a moment. Thankfully, D decided not to hurt him for that one, which was always nice. Women.
Eric's smile pulled wider. The answer was after his own strange little heart; she was a cool cat, and he dug it.
"No problem. Course, I don't make a lot of money, so can we keep it at a reasonable rate?" Brows waggled, but he took the hint and looked at her face instead of...everything else. "I'm Eric, by the way." He extended his hand.
[No worries. I'm finally coherent enough to respond.]