Lex considered it for a moment. If he was an 8, then what was she? He obviously couldn't judge her based on looks, except for what little physical contact they'd had. Though, from the few times she'd been flush against him in the vent and on the speeder, he could tell that she had a nice body. He chastised himself and moved on to her question. "Definitely not a 4. I mean, it's practically in your pedigree to be a 10," he noted, then he broke into a grin. "But, ah, there was that whole thing in Manny's. I'm pretty sure that a 10 would know about the safety on a gun. So, definitely not a 4 and decidedly not a 10. Are you going to hit me if I say 7.9 so I can stay in first place?"<br/><br/>Every time Blue moved, the weight of the bed shifted and his heart rate sped up. She was close, he could feel her body heat just to his side, but that's about all he knew. The interesting thing about not being able to visualize was that a lot was left to the imagination. He relied on other senses, like touch and auditory cues, and just filled in the blanks. So far, she'd been electric to the touch and her voice reminded him dangerously of poisoned honey. If the scene was anything like his imaginings of it, it was a good one to behold.