"I'm pretty sure I wasn't either," he admits, warming up to the fact that she hadn't thought so. "But then I tend to offend people without trying," he admits. "A special skill of mine that's special but not exactly good."

He grins though because hot babe is encouraging him and he's definitely going to go with that.

He shifts, not sure if he should take a seat or not but he's not going to assume. Not with someone that could, in theory, make his blood be on the outside.

"I'm Jake. Jake Jensen. Not like Bond at all though it sounded kind of Bondish, I guess." Wait, there was a question. "And latex is like fake leather. Shiny and form fitting. Sometimes it's liquid and you just paint it on which is really sexy and can be just peeled off. Which is less sexy but very cool. Which then begs the question..." Should he beg? Probably not. "What's your style?"

He's kind of all over the place but he's at least earnest and friendly.