<span style="font-style: italic">"I can't say I'm not picky... I like them muscular, tall, strong..."</span>Blake slowly leaned in closer to Nyoko, listening intently. Watching her tilt her head aside playfully, but missing the smirk of her rather luscious lips.<span style="font-style: italic">"With deep eyes and lips that can kiss me from dinner to midnight..." "They can be a little quiet and a little mysterious, as long as they can drink with me..."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What about you? What kind of girls do you like?"</span><br/><br/>Blake chuckled as he cracked his knuckles, "Well... I tend to be more interested in someone who is more than just a pretty face. Someone who can speak her mind... Someone who will listen a story even if she has the inkling she has heard it before... They should not be ever submitting, but they should not be a bear trap." It seems that Blake was being pulled into a game with Nyoko... But either way, this conversation was striking up an interest in Blake's mind.