"Pink is a poor man's red. Red shows character. Real men wear red." Patricia merely raised her eyebrow as he batted his eyes. She might have swooned but she knew him too well. That and she was too busy snorting.
Well, she was on her knees but probably not for the reason that leer was suggesting. Patricia suddenly found herself curled into a ball from the force of her laughter. Her abs were aching and tears began to spill out the side of her eyes. "I--I always knew you wanted me. They're is no resisting the Asian charm," she squeezed out, bringing herself back up to standing. "You're going to make a great dirty old man. That look was bloody priceless."