#kc_necropolis

A low husky laugh "Not ready to pull off a biker beard , jack, and a tattoo that says 'Big Daddy' along your forearm?"

He smirks. "You say that as if I've never worn the look before....."

"Oh I am sure you have... master of a thousand faces there." A wink, "Just thinking of hedging the bet against him getting support. "

He drums his fingers, then lifts an eyebrow. "Her telephone could malfunction. Dead battery."

"I -have- been thinking of changing my beard and mustache." He confesses.

A look at him, "mm well, it is your face. But I hope you're ready for my opinion on whatever you pick? I have to kiss it, you know?"

"What would you think of clean-shaven? You've seen that before."

"Well, if you were younger I'd say there would be a danger of baby face. I can't decide if I would suggest a pencil thin mustache ala Vincent Price or a circle beard/Goatee but really I'll love you no matter what"

"Ahhhh....." He takes her hand and kisses it. "Well, I won't be changing it tonight in any event."

"I'll add a dead phone to the to-do list. He'll have a challenge getting to her. Oh, a dead car battery, perhaps a sparkplug or two as well."

"Fair. Mmm I wonder if she can be mused?"

"Not by me, I'm fairly certain."

"No no... I'm pretty sure a lot of her fantasy is just that, fantasy...but a controlled fantasy... that might work. There are plenty of fellows who toe a line."

He pats her. "Let me get her mister out of the way for a bit, and ruined, and you can have her in the meantime. Yes?"

"Now." A sip of wine as he sets his notes away. "Let me see these notes from your Traggos, and I would like to hear of your visit if you wish to tell me."

"Voyeur!" But she hands them over and tells him quite a bit... "Believe it or not, there was a lot of dancing"

(end scene)