Seeing her made him pause. And, you know, stare. Cass must surely have mastered the fine art of disarming men with her body, accentuated as it was by the wondrous colors of her makeup, and the clothing that amplified her natural assets. Although initially his gaze is glued to her boobs, they eventually catch sight of the tattoos and become much more fascinated with the only markings that were on her skin.<br/><br/>It took him a moment between hearing her words, and actually responding to her. "I left my clothes in here," He said, being perhaps entirely too honest for his own good. And then... "And, I thought, you might like to have a meal before you go out for the night." Was there a bit of giddiness and hope there, in his words? Maybe. Ever since that first 'Kiss' of hers, he found himself craving it even more than he had craved liquor during his nearly year long bender.