"Well, you look the part." She gestured at her chest before waving her hand at his. "All the tattoos, the dark, swarthy looks. You have a very dark and broody vibe about you. Girls dig it." Brí laughed lightly. "Now you have a touch of danger. All the lassies will want posters of you on their walls."
She laughed again, a little more fully. "My dads are the same way. They make enough food for Sunday dinner that I'm fed on the leftovers for the next week." She leaned on the counter. "I'm nearly thirty, and they still think I can't feed myself."