She continued with her cussing and he was disappointed, frankly. But seeing  As he was satisfied for the time being, from releasing and over how beautifully she'd struggled before he named her face and overflowed on her eyelid, he wasn't going to make too big much of a fuzz about it. She was a perfectly functional cum-rag for now. But he hadn't taken her here for that alone. They were going to connect with each other, finally, despite all her attempts to keep them apart. "I think you're a vodka girl." he decided as he opened his freezer and took out a half-full bottle. He rolled his head and shoulder as he looked for the proper glasses. "I'm no mixologist but I try do well by my guests."<br/><br/>He had a tart and sweet concoction for her soon, while he was sporting the clear base of the drink, himself. He came over to the now messy woman, and sat down on the floor with her. The red drink had a straw in it, and he put it to her mouth while tipping his own cylinder into his own lips. She would not he could have quite a gulp. "So, how was your day?" he asked without it sounding like a joke. "I thought it looked kinda busy today." He'd of course kept tabs on activity. His expression would almost be recognizable as friendly if he hadn't been so chemically adamant about getting her here, and claimed her face in such a barbaric, intimate fashion.