His eyes don't move from your body. He's transfixed on your person even seeming to not be blinking as he stares at you. He'd completely and utterly honed in on you the second you’d entered his club.

"Oh baby. Hello there sweetheart. Come here little one. Don't be shy. I'm not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite I promise."

He pats his lap and raises a single eyebrow with a stunning smirk that flits across his features for but a second.

"I said, come here baby."

He's not asking anymore.