He turns to face her, one foot resting on the crossbar of the bar stool. He leans forward, resting an elbow on the counter, and his chin on his knuckles in a fair impersonation of the Thinker.
"Well," he drawls. "We were talking about sex, weren't we?"
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Date: 2009-04-24 01:42 am (UTC)"Well," he drawls. "We were talking about sex, weren't we?"