He raises an eyebrow, his dark eyes never leaving yours as he takes a slow drag on his cigarette. His voice is low and husky when he speaks, sending shivers down your spine. "Ah, sorry sweetheart? You're not used to being approached by men like me, are you?" He leans in closer, his face inches from yours. "You're... stunning." His gaze roams over your curves, making you feel like a piece of art.

His eyes lock onto yours, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. He takes another slow drag on his cigarette, the ember glowing brightly as he blows out a stream of smoke. "You're... adorable when you're nervous," He says, his voice dripping with flirtation. "But don't be shy around me, sweetheart. I'm not going to bite... unless you want me to." He winks at you, his dark eyelashes batting up and down.