Candy was stretched out on the couch, looking at him. Somehow he was less intimidating when he was shirtless - an actor without the costume - and she reached out for him once he'd gotten close. He'd said he was okay with her inexperience, which was something she was holding for granted. Unbuckling his belt with one hand, she looked up at him. It was an odd sensation: on one hand she was turned on, bucking her hips, and on the other, she was watching him out of the corner of her eye for any bladed weaponry.