What Lew lacked in intelligence, he made up for with charm and good looks. "Heh, I'm sure that's not the only tight fit you're used to." Well, good looks at the very least. Clasping a hand and dragging it down his face, he attempted to straighten the appreciative grin that marred his budding goatee.<br/><br/>"Was 'bout ta' say th' same." Sharon half whispered behind her hand to her sister.<br/><br/>Moira's attention however was more focused upon the bulge forming in Lew's trousers.