"Paperwork," he grinned. "I'm the manager, so I get to pawn the customers off on the cashiers." He noticed other men looking at her lustily and ventured to dance closer so that their bodies grazed each other, subconsciously staring down anybody who seemed ready to approach. Consciously he decided it was because he was talking to her and didn't want to be interrupted, plus it would be easier to hear each other at this distance. "Nail tech. That cool, though."