<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Roman</span></div><div align="center">(http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j447/octopusdreams/Roman/sportycallum1-1.jpg)</div><br/>Roman gave her a light smirk, "Sorry," he mumbled, though he was more sorry that she pulled a robe on, covering up that hot little body of hers. Damn, she had nice set of tits and those hips... He licked his lips nervously, "Huh? Oh yeah," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm fine," he assured her. His shoulder was already bruising from Jarod's harsh handling. He didn't even think about trying to hide it, though now he wished the thought had come to him before he came to her.<br/><br/>"How about you?" he asked softly, "I hope I didn't scare you or any thing. I don't want things to be... weird or uncomfortable for you," he said to her. "Told you, though, didn't I?" he said with a mischievous lopsided grin, "I don't play nice with others," he teased her. He went over and laid back on her bed, looking up at her ceiling, "I'd like to watch you work from time to time, if you wouldn't mind," he said, looking over at her, "Maybe part of it's what you're wearing under that robe but... there's some thing really beautiful about you while you're lost in your art."