He followed along right behind her, not dragging his feet or anything. Possibly, he did check out her ass.  Or, maybe he didn't. The elevator ride down was quiet, and mostly involved him watching the doors. When they finally opened, he would once again follow right behind her, maybe a foot of space between them, matching his pace to hers.<br/><br/>He watched her get in the limo, and then followed inside, settling in the seat across from her. He makes no point of hiding his curiosity, and he very clearly spends a bit of time looking all around it. It was the first time he was in a limo, but he wasn't making a big deal about it.<br/><br/>When she spoke, his eyes trailed to her. He stared at her. He opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, then closed it. Then, he actually seems to figure out how to make words. "Wait. She chose this?" One might just hear the cogs clunking in his head, churning over this thought, and finding it difficult. "How did you two even meet in the first place?" This was going to drive him crazy. Just a snippet of information, and now, he needed to know everything, had to understand.  She might even catch that hint of need, might be able to use that against him, if she wanted to.<br/><br/>"Yes, I really could do with some food." And then, something uncharacteristic of him happens. He fidgets.  Was that a crack in his facade? Maybe. "And I will feed you, if you'd like.  I want to know what it's like." Although, he actually did get bit by Erica, it had been so brief, and there had been so much else going on, he didn't recognize what had happened. "That's fair, too, right? A meal for a meal."