[ He scoffs a little, but nods, accepting the correction without argument if only because there's nothing to argue, and because... well, the aphrodisiac certainly doesn't hurt with making him more amenable, if not necessarily entirely more pleasant.
Watching her from the sidelines, he takes in the full picture -- her outfit, her form, her movements, her -- and is quickly distracted by it, having eyes for no one else out on the ice. When Cassandra skates back over he smirks a little, not inclined to offer any compliments out loud, but clearly pleased by what he saw. ]
Hit you? [ He's curious. ] Why would they hit you?
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Watching her from the sidelines, he takes in the full picture -- her outfit, her form, her movements, her -- and is quickly distracted by it, having eyes for no one else out on the ice. When Cassandra skates back over he smirks a little, not inclined to offer any compliments out loud, but clearly pleased by what he saw. ]
Hit you? [ He's curious. ] Why would they hit you?