He stood by as she pushed, raising an eyebrow slightly, but she seemed good with it, and who was he to push upon her right to get her load where she wanted, how she wanted? He would concentrate on placing the plates where she says, knowing that if she was having a bitch with them on wheels, then they’d be interesting pieces to move by hand. He listened to her as they went, nodding a bit at the bike comment.<br/><br/>“Something tells me you didn’t do crotch rockets, but I bet you’d do well on one” He said with a grin. She was slender enough to hug where she needed, but still enough of a woman to tell the demon where to go in a pinch. It’s actually been a few months since he’s been able to ride his Kawasaki, and though he didn’t miss the impending sense of death he got every time he rode it…much, he definitely missed the sound.<br/><br/>When they arrived a short hop away on the set, he grinned to find Draven ready to go. Guy was already dressed, and one didn’t do that early unless they wanted the goods to show. Guy might as well as posted flyers, but Anthony couldn’t hate. They used to tell ladies “If you’ve got it, flaunt it”, so why the hell not for the menfolk? Besides, considering the kind of shoot they were doing, it was a plus that the guy was hung. Discomfort with the guy’s nude form didn’t really register. He’s been in too many locker rooms for that to affect him now.<br/><br/>He did chuckle at Ingrid’s words, but was kind enough to add “And I wouldn’t want to be responsible for placing one of these plates on it by accident, so reel it in, mah man.” When he grabbed a plate, he braced for the weight and lifted with a smooth hiss. It had weight, but it was still manageable “How do you want it, Ingrid?” When he saw Draven act like he wanted to help, he patiently shook his head “You’re the one in front of the camera, not me. Something happens to you, all of this is for nothing. Just let me do my thing” He didn’t leave the guy time to answer, he just went to the area Ingrid pointed at to get his job done.<br/>