There was a low chuckle as she spoke, picking up on that innuendo. Quiet and introverted as he could be, he was not completely unfamiliar with the fine art of flirting. The bite of her teeth into that lower lip distracted him for a moment, and he watched her quietly, eyes sweeping back up as she continued to talk. "My secrets are pressed and bleached white," Simon replied with another quiet laugh, glancing off to the side to the portions of the penthouse unknown, saying nothing for a moment.
He looked back towards her, taking in her words, and with a tilt of his head to one side, he flashed her a smile. "If I didn't want to see them, would I have asked?"