Hobbes continued to be transfixed by his incident partner. He noted her lower lip being worked beneath her teeth. It was one of the subconscious sexual repressed movements that were the type to send him over the edge quickly. At least, he hoped it was. Her body seemed to shift and he became intensely aware of the way that shift brought her breasts dancing across his chest. He was in heaven.<br/><br/>Her shoulders shrugged under his hands as she tactly brought up that a type of fate may have caused them to wander into each other. They did not completely shrug his hands away he noticed. "I'm Whitland Hobbes. Folks call me Wit. Most around here just call me Hobbes." He wondered if he might be able to get her somewhere more private, to talk more.