<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:20 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Goût de Lyon Restaurant<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mellisa<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Theo gave Melissa a sideways glance. "Oh, I am sure that gentleman would be happy to take you out any day or time that you were available and so inclined," he said, "In fact, I am very sure of it. I am also -fairly- certain that he's not freaked-out by anything - he just really... likes you, and doesn't want to see you... withdraw because of some silly suggestion he makes," he added, smiling warmly, and though the mood was light, there was a distinct sense of sincerity to his words.<br/><br/>He had been going with the flow so far, and being a bit more daring than he normally would be. But, what the hell? She was worth the risk, he thought. Sure, he might say something that pushed her away or bit him in the ass, but he was of the frame of mind that he'd prefer to try and fail, than not bothering to try at all.<br/><br/>Theo's eyes moved to where her hand touched his, and slowly his palm opened and moved slightly to make it easier for her. Damn, he wished he could touch -her- that softly, and though he could be gentle, he knew there was no way he could mimic her feminine touch, for sure. There was simply a delicacy in her movements that he knew he or most men could not possibly replicate. The tips of his fingers of that same hand slowly extended, sliding lightly down her palm to wrest gently against the inside of her wrist, not interfering with her movements at all.<br/><br/>Then she answered his offer, a polite rejection which was what he expected. Then she added the bit on the end, and his mouth -did- hang open for a moment as his eyes suddenly darted up to her face. ~She did that on purpose!~ he thought to himself. Again, he saw evidence that she loved to tease, and from the sudden tightness in his lower abdomen, apparently he liked it too, along with her gentle, smooth touch.<br/><br/>Not one to be silenced so easily, he lightly shrugged, and before he could use his built-in censor-meter, his mouth was moving.<br/><br/>"I think that he would give you a really, really, -really- good deal, just in case you... reconsider," he said, his voice softer than before. "I am sure, very positive, that he would respect your... habits."