<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0000">He smirked as he heard her words. "I am not perverted. Your friend was worried about you, so the two of us came here to see what was wrong. I just know my stuff." He turned away from her as she got up, letting her dress without his eyes prying. He didn't need to get distracted when he was suppose to be working, as well. "If you need me, I'll be at the bar." He said, walking back down the hallway to the bar, jumping behind it and starting to look through the stuff again.</span>