It is. Very interest. There is the slight government issues, but the fashion is amazing. Real strides. Pants. Mini skirts. Which--[ He tilts his head to blatantly look at her legs because wow. They are very nice legs. He's definitely a little hypnotized by those things. ]--would look divine on you. Good music too. [ The only other time he has to compare it to is the fifties and he spent a large chunk of that in the war. He has a leash these days held by the CIA, but he knows well enough.
The eighties. Well, that's certainly curious. The fact that she remembers the eighties so fondly and yet she's from 2014. That's definitely not something he saw coming. Then again he did meet two aliens so he's pretty sure that's in the realm of possibilities. He's always been better at going with strange things. Illya on the other hand might be having a fit right now. He does miss that big lunk. ]
If I go home live it out I likely won't be able to enjoy it. [ That's a morbid thought. He frowns a little and shakes his head. ] Not bad huh? [ He puts his glass down and steps over towards Regina. Enjoying the very vivid mental imagery of her sucking that metal so clean. ] Are you hungry? Or should I start with the massage first?
Sweetheart, I don't wear miniskirts. ( that's cute that he even thinks that's a thing that would happen. a good pencil skirt is the closest she's ever gotten, and above the knee was about as short as she got. she's a lady, kinda, even though she wears skin-tight dresses and does her damnedest to convince her company to rip her clothing off of her. ) We'll have to agree to disagree on the music, too, but I admit I am fond of modernity. Less constricting on the roles of women, and it only took what, a hundred years?
( poor suffragettes, worked so hard for an equality that still hasn't been realized. still, that's a political conversation and politics are far from on her mind tonight. she abandons the tasting spoon as he moves closer, tilting her head slightly to look him in the eye. oh, right, he'd been on about a massage, hadn't he? )
This isn't a nude massage, is it? ( she inquired, managing a smirk that implied she'd probably take her clothes off if he indicated it was, but good luck getting to dinner if she's naked, Solo. she'll have you before you finish even half of the rubdown, she can tell just by the way he's watching her, and she's always enthralled when she has someone caught in her web. ) Massage first, I suppose. I do cary a lot of tension here. ( she rubs the line of her neck, though her fingers run the gambit and trail down her throat and the impressive swell of her cleavage as he watches. )
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The eighties. Well, that's certainly curious. The fact that she remembers the eighties so fondly and yet she's from 2014. That's definitely not something he saw coming. Then again he did meet two aliens so he's pretty sure that's in the realm of possibilities. He's always been better at going with strange things. Illya on the other hand might be having a fit right now. He does miss that big lunk. ]
If I go home live it out I likely won't be able to enjoy it. [ That's a morbid thought. He frowns a little and shakes his head. ] Not bad huh? [ He puts his glass down and steps over towards Regina. Enjoying the very vivid mental imagery of her sucking that metal so clean. ] Are you hungry? Or should I start with the massage first?
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( poor suffragettes, worked so hard for an equality that still hasn't been realized. still, that's a political conversation and politics are far from on her mind tonight. she abandons the tasting spoon as he moves closer, tilting her head slightly to look him in the eye. oh, right, he'd been on about a massage, hadn't he? )
This isn't a nude massage, is it? ( she inquired, managing a smirk that implied she'd probably take her clothes off if he indicated it was, but good luck getting to dinner if she's naked, Solo. she'll have you before you finish even half of the rubdown, she can tell just by the way he's watching her, and she's always enthralled when she has someone caught in her web. ) Massage first, I suppose. I do cary a lot of tension here. ( she rubs the line of her neck, though her fingers run the gambit and trail down her throat and the impressive swell of her cleavage as he watches. )