"I do." He affirmed when she questioned his sincerity over how good she looked. "I have to say I did not notice that fantastic arse of yours at the bar." He gave an appreciative whistle, hoping he wasn't crossing the line. She was opening up a bit more and he didn't want her to clam right back up because he said the wrong thing.
He was wearing nothing special, a skintight, black pinstriped button down that hugged all his well proportioned muscles, especially his biceps. His lower half was clad in jeans that showcased his butt, although they were somewhat loose on his legs. And a pair of boots on his feet. Nothing special, but he saw her appreciative look and he grinned in return.
Once they were sitting, he handed her drink to her and took a sip of his own. "Good reason," he nodded, fully agreeing. There was definitely an ambiance with the way the music seemed to vibrate right through to your soul and he was glad she had a similar appreciation for it.
He gave her a strange look, as if she'd said something totally ridiculous. "Mind? Why would I mind, Lucy from-the-bar? I have no problem being seen with a beautiful woman any day of the week, y'hear?"