Paul tried, but failed horribly, to stifle a snort at her question.  It was extremely comforting to him that her gaze fell upon his face, and not toward his nether regions.  A touch down there   would. . . never mind!  “Um, sure.  Knock yourself out, Charlette,” he said with a smile.  While her hand reached for his modest whiskers, he felt it necessary to inform her of something.<br/><br/>“Well, enjoy it while you can, Charlette, cuz I’m about to shave it off within the next day or so,” he explained.  “See, my last shoot was in that forest a state or two over.  And well, with the distance, I was either camping out a lot or just crashing in my Subaru.”  Instinctively rubbing the other side of his chin, he concluded, “Yeah, so I don’t bother with packing shaving stuff.  I just take care of it when I get back home.”<br/><br/>Peering into her eyes, while also trying to ignore all the sexiness she was clearly emanating (yeah, good luck with that), Paul sincerely wondered what in the fuck was Dave’s problem?!