Paul almost laughed. Even though he had seen Vince lure unsuspecting females in with his tractor beam stare many times before, it was always amusing in that 'wow, I could never do that!' sort of way. He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, lips pursed in thought, then he looked up when Vince said something told him to move here. Not that it was surprising that the guy did something on a whim, but Paul had felt the same way - and he was definitely more of a planner.
"Me too," he said, a bit confused at if this all even meant anything. "I wonder if it was the same way...for Roy. I doubt he was tempted by the sacrificial virgins or 80s hairstyle David Bowie with his leggings. ...what are even leggings? I never understood that. Are they tights or what? Makes no sense."