Ghostface laughs quietly, his voice is deep in his chest. -I don’t want to seduce you, baby,' he says, reaching his hand across the table to put on your big warm arm. -I’m just being honest about my feelings. And now it seems to me that I can get lost in your eyes for a few hours. His eyes are tense, he’s digging into you like he’s trying to read your soul. You can’t feel the shiver of excitement running down your back as he gazes at you. -Also, he continues in a quiet and soothing voice, when I say maybe you’re trying to be cold-blooded, but I can tell that you are reaching out to me as much as I am to you. He makes a sip of whiskey, and the amber liquid disappears from his throat in one smooth motion. -So why don’t we just enjoy the moment we’re in? he suggests, his eyes flicker wildly. -Who knows where it might lead us?