<strong>Connor O'Fearghail.</strong><br/><br/>The Irishman noticed the sideways glance but more importantly he noticed the types of clothes she was looking at. He smiled again at her. "I'd never have pegged you to be into that sort of fetish." He responds, letting his eyes drop over her rear. Yes, he could easily see her in some of the tight fitting leather and in several states of undress, but she didn't strike him as being too kinky. He certainly hadn't seen her here before and he was a frequent visitor, though it was more for the 'gatherings' that took place then for the actual contents of the shop. "Nor can I say I've seen you here before. This type of place always draws the same crowd." He chuckles softly. "I'm Connor, by the way."