Oh, he was good - and not just in his ability to kiss, although that certainly was quite impressive as well. Of course, Tracey wasn't a blushing flower herself, and she gave as good as she got. Tracey Davis viewed herself as only being good at two things: looking good, and making a man want her. And when there were only two things she was good at, she made sure that she was very good at them.
"I'd rank it high on the passion scale, but on the pure romance scale, it needs a bit of work," she said mischievously. She downed the rest of her current drink, and only when her next Obliviator came and she took an experimental sip of it did she offer, "Tracey."