He had a boyish grin on his face that was tainted with his cynicism over the years but still holding the charm as he enjoyed the sound of her shock. He liked that he could still shock her. He sat back when she revealed her breasts, and leaned on his elbow, half reclining when she said he would have to let her up.
"Why don't you give us a show, then, Sal?" As if he hadn't fantasized about such things many a night, about Sally undressing for him.