Chelovek frowned and squinted at her, mouthing, Better than lipstick? to himself. He couldn't decipher whether that meant yes or no but he supposed he'd find out when they got to his place. He stooped down to look for his belt, regretting being so cavalier with its removal from his jeans earlier; he'd thought he was putting on a spectacular show. It'd paid off, in the en-- ah, there it was! He straightened up, watching her while he threaded his belt through his jeans loops.
"So, you didn't answer my other question. Straight back to my place or do you want to have a little fun on the way?" he smirked, wondering what she was like at pool. Sticks and Stakes Pool Hall and Club Zero were both not far from - and on the way to - his house. It would also please him to have her tight ass on his bike while they hugged some tight corners and just took a nice long ride back. It all depended how keen she was to get to his place. For all he knew, he was just a pit stop and she had somewhere else to be. He hoped not.