Oh, ho, ho. That was a dirty quip, wasn't it? Certainly, I'll come inside. James was impressed - that type of crudeness was often reserved for a night carousing and enjoying bawdy, cheap thrills. "Perhaps, though if you'd like to find out firsthand I won't say no," he winked.
Everleigh, that was a pretty name. She probably got that a lot though - 'pretty name for a pretty girl.' Bloody fucking yawn. He liked to think he was a bit more original. "A pleasure, Everleigh," was his reply, and he meant it. Wasn't he just so glad he'd dropped in today, with his godawful jalopy? Leaning against the edge of the desk, he briefly considered his calendar. "Tomorrow's fine. I don't need to keep her overnight and take up space - unless that's standard procedure? You tell me. I'm at your beck and call."