"Good... " he mused the words half to himself, and that vaguely distracted vibe continued in both his mannerisms and tone. Part of this was because his one hand and much of his mind was trying to mentally rebuild the hundred glittering mechanisms... The other part was because - although Zoey remained tremendously appealing - she only needed so much attention, and that tended to bore the man a little. Still, he suspected when his puzzle was rebuilt the other issue would, for a while, fade away.<br/><br/>His free hand fell and wordleasly sealed around her chest, there to grip the soft flesh and to rub his palm heavily against the sensitive nubs perched on top. It was fair to say she was little more than a distraction, but he appreciated it all the same.<br/><br/>"Perhaps I should host a party, in celebration of my recent business gains. A few 'friends', show them what has become of you - most of them knew your father, after all - and a meal. I was considering how much they might pay for some time with you. Not, you understand, that I want to share you... But I can punish you for any little mistakes afterwards. What do you think, hmm?"<br/><br/>His hand slid away from her chest, to briefly but fondly trail her cheek on its path up to his work, where it finally dedicated itself to building his... Well, whatever it was going to be.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>