Michael nodded in agreement with her assesment of Casa Amelia, looking around t the place and admiring the furniture, the art work, the guests, the staff, everything was amazing, just as Stacy had said. "Advertising, huh? That's really interesting. Yeah, you should do really well out here, I reckon." He said, not even realizing that a bit of his southern vernacular had slipped into the conversation. "Oh really? A southern peach, huh? I thought I recognized a familiar twang in your voice." He teased playfully as he chuckled. "Well, good. At least now I don't feel like I stick out quite as much... or maybe we both just stick out like a big set of swollen thumbs!" He laughed softly as he discreetly let his eyes quickly take inventory of the woman before him. Getting his eyes back under control, he glanced back out at the pool as she commented on moving from the bible belt.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I hear ya and know what ya mean. Though I have to admit, parts of me miss back home. The slower, relaxed pace of things in general. I had a place out in the country, my own little 300 acres of heaven. I had some horses, some dogs, some cattle, a huge hayfield, and I had a pretty good sized garden. It was a lot of work to keep up and maintain, but it was mine. My dad left it to me when he passed away. Anyway, I think one of the things I miss the most is at when I used to sit out on the front porch swing at night after a long days work and just listen enjoy the peace and quiet or... maybe play a little on my guitar." He couldn't believe he just told all of that to someone he'd only just met. That just wasn't like him at all. Somehow he just found it easy to talk with her. Maybe it was because they were both sort of the same in that they were both out of place here, and that created a connection of sorts.<br/><br/>He chuckled softly, flattered by her poorly disguised compliment. "Thank you. It's not that... I just feel like I'm being rude and disrespectful to have my shirt off when I'm so sweaty around so many women when I don't even know their names. Especially since I'm not really even supposed to be here and everyone else looks so nice. Now if I were at the gym or doing some hard manual labor or some such, why then I wouldn't mind it at all." He quirked a brow as he looked at her, wondering if he was just rambling now. "Does that make sense?"<br/><br/>He started to answer her question about running but was greeted with the lovely Christina as she returned to the living room once again. Grinning at her question he gave a gentle nod of his head. "Yes ma'am. I have to confess I would love a refreshing dip in the pool right about now.. but I'm afraid I don't have swimming trunks and, well to be honest I'm just a sweaty mess from my run today, ma'am." He confessed politely. "But yes, you're pool looks very refreshing and inviting."