He was glad she laughed, at least she was feeling comfortable in the situation again. After all, she'd obviously known it was him, she could have declined, so that meant she'd wanted to do this... right? He was going to go ahead and believe that.
He noticed how she started fingering his blazer, and couldn't help but glance at her hands before looking back up at her face, pausing only momentarily on her chest, because he really couldn't help it. He laughed a little at her "pole" comment. "Well, maybe, but none recently," he admitted. George had never really had trouble with women, but he hadn't really been interested in just another shag lately either. It was getting a little old, not seeing a girl more than the one night.
"I won't tell a soul. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's keeping secrets. And as long as you don't get this close to anyone else, they probably won't figure it out, I mean, you were already here before it hit me, right? I'm pretty clever if you haven't already noticed. Why did you agree to this anyways?" he asked finally, unable to hold it in. He really did want to know if she just thought she could get away with it and his money without him finding out, or if she had wanted to get him alone, which he would rather be the answer.