Stone blinks, then grins at Monkling. "You have? I don't know what more surprising, that you looked, or that you admitted it." He moves subtly closer to Monk, or maybe he's just shifting his weight. "Well as long as we're admitting things, I've taken a few looks myself. I can see the appeal, or most of it anyway. I can't imagine wanting to shave everywhere like that, but if you were already like that..." He trails off, glancing at the clearly intoxicated girl. Suddenly his mind is traveling to places usually left unvisited.<br/><br/>He drains his glass and pours up another. He doesn't usually drink so much, but somehow it feels like the night for it. He pours Monkling up another shot of vodka, handing it all over.