<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS5GEw7P6vE/TrTQiEbP-NI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZM-3VxdEvnA/s1600/Alex+Pettyfer+00.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Thomas Medfield<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Gathering Room<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Elizabeth Johnson<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Me? Shy?" he said to her, she was dead wrong if she thought he was shy, though what he was trying to do now, avoiding the fatal mistakes he had made before often with females might come on as uncertain and maybe a bit shy. "Oh... I certainly would want you to bite me Lizzy." He said, seeing that she was quite the open person, this might just turn out better than he wanted. He did edge closer to her now, brushing his shirt and pants against her clothing. "Oh... does procrastination count as a hobby?" He asked, making no attempt to hide his bad habit, he could afford it after all, he was a genius... or so he thought. "I end up spending so little time on the things I need to do... I get... bored rather easily sometimes." He paused. "Unless their girls. I don't get bored of girls that easily." He just messes up so quickly that they dump him before much would happen. "Mhmm... I don't mind you know." He said as he moved her hand down his pants and up to his crotch, though whether or not she should feel it he left up to her. "I see that you're ready to have some fun here." He said leaning close to her to kiss her lightly on the lips before pulling back.