The playful nudge of her foot brought a smile to his face and he tilted his head, looking at her through the glaze of the alcohol taking hold of him. She was appealing but he knew that before they even started drinking. If he was honest with himself, he knew that all the way back when he’d been introduced to her at the dance hall. He wondered if she felt the same, she had to, the words coming out of her mouth were suggestive and at least meant that she had some sort of interest, right? He almost commented on the bad and better comment but opted to leave it alone. He didn’t want to go too far and freak her out. His own drive was making him increasingly flirty but he didn’t want to move until he was sure that any action he did would be reciprocated. No. He would wait, and waiting was something that he absolutely despised. Patience had never been much of his strong suit; it was a trait more specifically tailored for his sister.<br/><br/>She went on and part of him was kicking himself for saying that he would divulge his weird kink. She didn’t seem like she was going to divulge the information and then she started to talk. This only made Connor all the more curious about her. He sucked his teeth and crossed one leg over the other, a look of puzzlement growing in his eyes. “I’m intrigued. What<i>is</i>this kink that no one knows how to do? I’m uh... asking for a friend.” He instantly regretted saying that and it was becoming a reoccurring thing. At the very least he wanted her to maybe smile and then feel more comfortable with sharing. Connor was never one to judge anybody. Everybody had the things that made them who they were in the bedroom. Aside from the obvious sick fuck out there with their disgusting wants, Connor felt like everyone was entitled to a little taboo. Hell, he had some strange ones of his own.<br/><br/>He wasn’t ready to spill yet though. She had the stage and he was in the position to ask and inquire to her vices. He just had to poke a little - or so he thought. Connor was slick but maybe not as slick as he thought. He chuckled at her last statement, shaking his head. “Trust me when I say that the universe does not react to me. Well, maybe a little bit of the time.” Modesty mixed with confidence was the perfect recipe for a playful remark. She was giving off all the right signs and he hoped he was too. They seemed to be feeding off one another's energy and playing into each other's hand. Everything up to this point had been mutual and really, the spark couldn’t have been more prominent than it was. It was a perfect situation.<br/><br/>“Let’s hear it. What did you do to scare all these boys away?” He was truly curious and figured it couldn’t have been anything too horrible. She was too cute, though, he could tell that there was a layer or two under her exterior that harbored something truly delicious.