You knock on your exes door to return some stuff he left at your apartment. Upon opening the door a tall, broad man in a tight singlet leaning against the doorway. You hear your ex call out from the living room.

"Who's there dad?"

The man turns back into the house.

"No one son"

He turns back to you.

"So what can I do to help a fine lady like yourself?"

He asks, biting his lip as he checks you out.