Marc had to grin at Sara's remark. He wouldn't mind having her all over his dance card. He looked forward to seeing if he could keep up with her musing about him wearing her out, too. Even though she left, he felt satisfied with even just flirting with her. Next time they met, it would have to be him that asked the deep question. The whole encounter had taken his breath away, so he took a sip of whiskey instead, and looked for unoccupied eyes.<br/><br/>His ice blue eyes met with light blue ones. They belonged to a woman with hair that set them off remarkably.  He smirked, which always seemed playful, and approached Natalie.<br/><br/>"Come to an orgy, looking like this, and say no one goes limp on ya'?" He gave her a warm smile. "You set out with difficult expectations to fail. It's impossible to think anyone goes the way of your toy." He turned to point to the dildo casually. "Have you named it yet?"<br/><br/>He shook his hand as though he changed his mind suddenly. "No, on second thought, don't tell me. I'd rather not get to know him too well. Unless it was<em>you</em>getting to know him. Not ideal, but I'd be curious again about what you named it."<br/><br/>He followed up by asking how Natalie was enjoying herself so far.