"Pretty's a damn fine thing to be, all right," Lee said to agree. He had to admit, she does look quite the beauty. Bouncing golden locks, shadowy eyes, high cheek bones and the most beautiful shoulders he'd seen in his life.
"Keep it quiet, Lee," Hester advised as she hopped closer to Lee's ankle and batted at it a bit, just to make sure that she had his attention. "Looks like these boys got all day to make guesses on ya."
"So what's a fine lady like you doing here in this dingy bar on a Monday afternoon with a couple of dumb boys at the back?" He was obedient to Hester's advice and kept his voice low, talking more softly although still audible enough for the blonde to hear. "If you don't mind my askin', Ma'am..."