*He quirked a brow at her* Least coffee smells alright, could be worse. *He grinned and inched a little closer.* But what about this painting? *He pointed to a picture off to their right that had clocks drooping all over the place.* That one seems... I dunno, but interesting. *He grinned thinking of a grandfather clock that might suddenly droop like in the picture. He unconsciously stole a glance at her body from behind as she turned to the picture, his eyes following the line of her body, then snapped his eyes back to the picture, his pants suddenly seeming a bit smaller. He rearranged himself quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice.*