"Men generally process information slower than women or it could have just been the blow job." Her laugh was cut off suddenly as he kneeled on the bed next to her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her bare legs. She knew he was trying to figure out what else she was wearing, asides from his clothing. She stretched, taking up space on the bed. She imagined she resembled what Crookshanks looked like after she’d been gone for a couple of days and was desperate for her attention. A fitting comparison considering she was, in fact, desperate for his attention. 