"Oh, I am sure you will. It'll hopefully be something you get used to real soon." He responds, smiling warmly at his daughter.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He waited a few moments until he heard the squeal from Tessa. He wondered just what Miss Connolly would think of her attire - and what she had worn herself. Richard was in a pair of slacks (no underwear) and a white collared shirt left loose. It was to be a casual setting and one with out the need of clothes at some point - or so he hoped. He made his way to the front door and smiled at the two girls. So different yet so similar.<br/><br/>"A pleasure to meet you on more casual grounds, Miss Connolly." He says in greeting, leaning in to give her a soft peck on the cheek, his hands resting on her hips. Fine hips, he thought, and an equally nice dress. He'd love to hitch it up over her waist, bend her over and...<br/><br/>"I hope you like Italian - I am not the best cook, but make a good spaghetti bolognese." He chuckles softly, then turns, standing between the two. He places his hand low on the small of the back of Miss Connolly, almost brushing the curve of her ass. His hand on his daughter, however, is much more brazen and he squeezes her ass. "Follow me into the living room where I hope we can relax for a bit before dinner." He adds, applying a small amount of pressure on her back to gently guide her down the hallway towards the living room.