<span style="font-size: 15px">"Implants." He said absentmindedly. Something about it made him stand up, and he would look down to Miranda, resting an elbow on the back of the chair and leaning forward. "I'm not exactly the most subtle, so I hope you'll forgive me if I ask you to be less business and more pleasure. Wanna dance some?" He asked, giving her a bit of a tender smile. Desmond's eyes were alight with golden curiosity, and he would extend one of his strong looking hands to her. </span>