Fucking tease, he thought, eyes dropping to her lips. Though his posture remained casual, he tensed under it, hungry. It might have been only days since he'd had somebody, but years since he'd had a woman, and he was hungry for it. He leaned closer, just a flash of that hunger peeking through, though that would be considered normal for a man who had been long without attractive company. The feeling sharpened as he caught a faint whiff of.. fuck, that was sex. His pants tightened, and he would have to find out who she'd been with already. "I think you've already had a glass of wine," he drawled softly. He notably did not lean away.
"I agree, at least in general." Though he could name a few situations where he rather liked the look of desperation, but not on himself. He licked his lips faintly. "I like to think I have some taste and culture at this point, despite having been in prison."