Clark got a good full view of Caitlin in her wine colored playsuit. It was rather exquisite as he wondered where all it was connected and what exactly was covered by it. Her curves were accentuated, her legs like roadways that led to a magical tunnel, and her arms even held a sense of mystery as to where they led. Her eyes were alluring as well since the darker shade helped them pop out. "Well then Cinderella, this Prince charming is honored to take such a beauty." He said with a beaming bright smile.<br/><br/>The tone in his voice was meant to be kind and playful, one that hopefully conveyed he was going along with the truce. He didn't know how far he would be allowed to go in the flirting department, but he definitely wanted to flirt with her. In part because he felt it might ease the tension a little bit between them, another part actually wanted to see if she would react back to it, and then there was the base inner desire he had to sleep with her. Of course sleep was not the right word, he wanted to fuck her, badly, but he was not going to make the first move quite yet.<br/><br/>"So how do I look?" He asked in earnest, hoping for an honest answer while he made his way to sit on the bed while rolling the luggage along behind him. He let the black bag fall to the ground once more. He knew he probably had some time to unpack, but he didn't want to start if she had every notion of them leaving right away. In all honesty he was pretty easy going the first night of a conference, tomorrow would be a whole different story when the rigidity of scheduling put him on edge a bit and made it so that Clark would want to be in control of every minute.