His eyes followed the line of Layla's leg from her ankle to where her dress tugged tight against her thigh. It was, he could attest, a very nice leg, but it wasn't nearly as distracting as her neck, which he'd been drawn to since he first spotted her outside not a few minutes prior.

"If I gave you my theories on that, we'd be here all night," he said, feigning an almost apologetic tone. "I'd rather hear yours."