"Thank you," Thomas replied evenly, the hint of smile still on his lips as he looked her over more frankly than before. He could hear and smell what was going on around them, and after his time with the lions (and with Cheshire, to some extent), he had become a bit more cat-like himself, responding to things like that more readily than he had before. Indeed, he could feel himself hardening in his swimsuit, and he had to fight to keep a growl out of his voice as he continued. "And no, not too many comment on my eyes. In the mercenary business, most of the people I run into are to busy dealing with some of the other tools I bring to the table, if you will."<br/><br/>He senses the approach of the other woman only when she is practically on top of him, either a testament to her skill or to his distractedness. He turns to respond, but the woman, who is exotic in a way he had never seen before, is already slipping away, leaving a trail of scent he has never encountered before, a mixture of strange chemicals with a hint of something else, maybe a perfume. He turns back to Cassi and realizes that he has not only kept her hand, but has slide his fingers along her arm to her shoulder. He considers pulling it back, but since she doesn't seem ready to break anything, he decides it might be time to move more aggressively. "And you have several lovely features as well, your eyes being two, though probably not the two most people notice first," he says with a wry grin, staying close to her as his voice almost becomes a purr.