The businessman made a disarming gesture, like a soccer player who claimed innocence in tackling a player on the other team. "Don't worry. I just liked your voice." He paused, looking out one of the big panorama windows on the far side of the salon. Dark clouds were quickly amassing in the distance. John wasn't worried. Minor tropical storms were common fare in these waters. This ship was built for all sorts of conditions.<br/><br/>"...Then again..." He continued as he turned back. "If you're<em>legal</em>...there's nothing<em>illegal</em>." It was a phrase he had used a lot in his life, both as a personal philosophy and for business. He had found that a lot of things were half-way in between those concepts.<br/><br/>"I don't find you boring at all."<br/><br/>The clouds grew quickly darker and more fierce. The ship made a slight adjustment to its heading, something John really didn't notice. He pointed to his glass and in effect asked the bartender for a refill of his whiskey and water. His own eyes followed the curve of the girl's back, over her bottom.<br/><br/>"I'm John. What's<em>your</em>name?"