<em>- Bo in lounge - <br/></em><br/><br/>Bo was absently rubbing Nicci's neck and shoulders while listening to the others chat.  He wasn't sure what to make of Vince's admission to fleeing his home country during a conflict.  Admittedly, he didn't know much about the specifics of Ireland's history of internal struggles, but he figured that a man who fled from such a thing either didn't believe in either side or was too scared to stand for the one he believed in.  He shrugged it off though, losing two brothers would be hard on anyone.  It was just one more thing about Vince that he'd have to learn more about before he could form a solid opinion about the man.  He seemed friendly enough, and the ladies seemed to take to his odd manner, so there was no harm done.  Bo was more concerned about the long-term relationship, if a family of six it was to be.  The manner in which Vince had obtained his nickname seemed odd as well.  The thought of mutilating his own penis was so foreign to him that he didn't really know how to react to that.  Being a man who was willing to do what was necessary to pleasure a woman, Bo understood the motivation, but it seemed to be the sort of thing a man insecure in himself might do.  The impulsive, drunken act was yet another reminder of the Vince's youth, in Bo's mind.  The act itself though, of no consequence.<br/><br/>Bo's nickname wasn't "fun", so he didn't want to dampen the mood by responding to that question.  And he had no fear of cold feet, as long as the person attached to them was warm enough.  Mila seemed to radiate enough warmth for at least three beds.  He also wasn't too interested in sharing his tattoo just yet.  What it represented was not something to which he was use to drawing attention.  Bo was pleased to hear that Nicci enjoyed early morning outdoor activities.  It was nice to find that in common with her.  He was a little disappointed that neither of the other two ladies seemed to express much outdoor interest, though Mari did like to swim and run.  While possibly a contradiction, it likely just meant that she swam in pools and ran along her suburban streets back home.  Outdoors generally connoted an activity in a wooded setting.  He wondered how she might enjoy a swim in the freezing waters surrounding the island.  Probably not too well, he surmised with a private grin.  He would likely be enjoying that activity himself the very next morning.<br/><br/>What really caught Bo's attention was Mila's admission that she painted.  It struck him the moment she mentioned it in the off-handed manner in which women tend to do to see if a man is paying attention.  He had been and noticed since he had always had an attraction to creative women; whether they expressed their creativity through writing, painting, photography or any other means, it didn't much matter.  But he had a special place in his heart for painters, as his first love had been one.  He wanted to ask Mila about it right away, but the others seemed to be chatting so excitedly that he would have felt rude talking over them.  So despite Marcus's more direct question, the moment there was a slight lull in the conversation, he turned to Mila first, "Mila, did you happen to bring any of your work along with you, or have it online?  I would love to see something of yours."