Though he could tell that the blond woman seemed pretty concerned about something, he wasn't sure what she was talking about.  Of course, he also hadn't just been offered a Mikasandwich.  He smiled a bit awkwardly at Michelle, made self-conscious by the rather predatory gaze she held.<em>She looks at me the way I would look at a steak</em>he thinks.  "Danny Andrews, son of Hermes...likewise."<br/><br/>He offered a curt, somewhat polite nod to Roberta, but did his best not to linger on the attractive redhead wearing what seemed to be nothing but a t-shirt, and he didn't want to be accused of having the same intentions as Brian.