[That wouldn't be any fun, would it, if she was accurately predicting his next words? (Although, of course, that's very likely what he had been intending to say -- some version of it, anyway, probably phrased a little more flirtatiously, or, alternatively, a little less eloquently. It's hard to tell, when he's drinking, just what's going to come out of his mouth next. Even he can't tell, sometimes.]
Maybe I'll say somethin' else, though. Maybe I'll say that havin' you in my sight right now is a pretty damn great experience.
[That's complimentary, too, although again, not in a particularly well-phrased way. Certainly, she must know she's beautiful, must know people enjoy looking at her, and it's one of those easy compliments, the kind that anybody could make. What it lacks in its construction or originality, however, it somewhat makes up for in the earnest honesty in his eyes. He really, really means it. Having her across from him like this, smoking her cigarette as she is, blushing at him, smiling at him... he can hardly think of anything he'd rather see.
And now that he's said all that, he's going to lean back a little, lighting his own cigarette, taking a long, satisfied drag on it, smile still playing around the corner of his lips.]
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[That wouldn't be any fun, would it, if she was accurately predicting his next words? (Although, of course, that's very likely what he had been intending to say -- some version of it, anyway, probably phrased a little more flirtatiously, or, alternatively, a little less eloquently. It's hard to tell, when he's drinking, just what's going to come out of his mouth next. Even he can't tell, sometimes.]
Maybe I'll say somethin' else, though. Maybe I'll say that havin' you in my sight right now is a pretty damn great experience.
[That's complimentary, too, although again, not in a particularly well-phrased way. Certainly, she must know she's beautiful, must know people enjoy looking at her, and it's one of those easy compliments, the kind that anybody could make. What it lacks in its construction or originality, however, it somewhat makes up for in the earnest honesty in his eyes. He really, really means it. Having her across from him like this, smoking her cigarette as she is, blushing at him, smiling at him... he can hardly think of anything he'd rather see.
And now that he's said all that, he's going to lean back a little, lighting his own cigarette, taking a long, satisfied drag on it, smile still playing around the corner of his lips.]