He looks up from straightening his cuffs and stops dead. And then he whistles, the traditional wolf whistle of course, soft and low. "Miss Mars, I am going to be fending off the paparazzi with you dressed like that. Lucky for you, I've had experience doing just that."
He steps passed her to open the door, gesturing her through.
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Date: 2009-04-25 04:09 am (UTC)He steps passed her to open the door, gesturing her through.