Don't knock the classics, [ he warns her though every bit of it is playful.

let's face it: Dyson doesn't mind giving his mind to leave to wander when it comes to what she might be capable of doing with her tongue. that, coupled with her straying so close to what he'd been imagining only moments ago makes him swallow hard. if they're not careful, they're not going to make it through the remainder of the date because she's in his space as much as he's lingering in hers. Caroline's doing things to his ego by making him think she has that same spark of desire that he feels for her.

in an attempt to tame any impulse to jump the gun, he takes his beer in his far hand and turns to face the other tables ( possibly the dance floor, depending on where they're positioned. ) it would put some distance between them if he didn't set his arm on the counter top in front of her and lean back into the bar somewhat. ] Let's see.. I could give you a run for your money in a game of pool. I'm an exceptional tracker. I can hold my own in a boxing ring and while I'm no professional at dancing, I don't exactly have two left feet either. But that last part's more to match your tastes than my own.