He smiled, expression slightly vacant. He had always been a well-mannered man, but now, suddenly, he found himself unable to take his eyes off her chest. His thoughts were not his own, somehow. He could think only of how very much he wanted to know how it would feel, to...<br/><br/>No. He wouldn't do that. He shook his head to clear it, then look to her eyes again and smiled politely, "I'd be happy to drive you. Uh... T-trucks just over here..." He turned and pointed dumbly.