"Depends, what do I get if I win?" His eyes flitted to hers, the deep rusty shade of brown playfully lustful. Warm and inviting, an invitation rested on those eyes, unspoken but clear. She could make a move right now and he wouldn't mind at all.<br/>He shook his head at her response, "No, but it's tedious for a boy to think of how many things make her attractive when they work together best as a whole."<br/>He moved onto his side, placing his free hand onto her knee right on the top portion, so that a few of his fingers brushed the soft skin of her inner thigh, "Ginger on it's own is just a wig after all, not as attractive as it can be when other things are added."