“You’re not cap. You’re not allowed making eyes at the statue.”She teased sounding a little awkward herself, looking utterly lost. Looking bemused as she held his hand she smiled a little. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. I mean, I work with Johansson you know. I know what beautiful women look like....”She frowned definitely something that had been taught, not natural. And even as he spoke, despite her seemingly uninterest, her eyes lingered on his lips, his features, studying him with a artist’s eye, with just a small spark of lust....just not what he was used to. Definitely nothing like he was used to, in meeting most women. She simply found him beautiful to look at, to want to touch, but had no real intent of doing so....somehing so deeply engrained, you just had to wonder that despite her marriage, if she was still a virgin.