"Pretty much," he said. "She's uh...talkative."

And anything that took him away from someone talkative was definitely worth following willingly. If that 'anything' was wearing a short, tight dress...that was just a nice, big bonus really, wasn't it?

He took a cigarette from the case and tipped the end against the ember to light it. The noise from inside the house was still audible but it was highly muffled; filtered to a pleasnt hum of sociability. It served as a backing track to the sounds of outside.

Ciaran pressed his back against the wall and exhaled smoke through his nose. He always thought people looked a little like dragons when they did that.

Taking another drag from his cigarette, Ciaran let his eyes fall onto Emilie. That dress was doing a very good job of showcasing her assets. He watched as it became taut against her skin with the influx of breath, then slightly looser as she exhaled, losing a sliver of contact with those perky little breasts.

He exhaled again, eyeing the ground. "Not bad."