He nodded to Anton and out of his way, not giving the employee much more though as he shook the paper out one last time before folding it back under his arm.  Arizona could wait for now.  He folded his sunglasses neatly into his pocket, returning his attention to the lady.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "God! I guess my mind was elsewhere and I wasn't paying attention, are you sure I didn't spill any on you?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I'm quite fine, I promise.  Howver, as you have caused me an amazing amount of stress," he said with a grin, obviously playful, "I do demand that you-"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mom?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Fynn looked down at the girl, and all of his "get the girl" impulse quickly fed out the door.  It wasn't that he didn't like children, it was more the amazing amount of work required versus the insane amount of commitment the lady was likely to be expecting.  Mothers were just that way, all... maternal and the likes.  Still, there was something to be said for a little worldliness.  She did have an amazing backside, after all.<br/><br/>"Well hello there, cutie!" He said gently.  "Is this your mum?"