The guy seemed to take the hint for the time being, caressing  aabove her bottom but keeping his hand there, leading her along to show the row with the jeans set up at present, denim all around from pants to jackets. Some darker, some lighter in shade, stonewashed at one section, another more torn and ripped 'rough street' look. There was a fairly good collection present, though only ranging from S to XL, avoiding larger sizes than that entirely.<br/><br/>Aimee was moving a bit aside looking through shirts, noticeable but not noticing Reon's situation at the time being as the clerk spoke up. "I think these would look gorgeous on you and really flatter that lovely tush of yours." He spoke with his hand seeming to be wandering at the border of acceptable and broken thumb.