"Right, because if I'd come in here with stakes blazing, you'd have eaten me before I got through the door. Come on, I know I'm pretty, but I'm not a total dumbass." He sprawled out a little, still drinking his beer. Shrugging, he cocked his head to the side. "What I want is Elizabeth Hurley during her Austin Powers days to smuggle me away and make me her sex slave for an hour. Why I'm here is to find out if you really mean what you say. If you're not organizing a war." He leaned back, trying to look casual. Years of doing it made it a little more successful than most people would've been in his situation.