Trouble. She is trouble. The kind of trouble he likes to get himself into. "As a man of science," What he says is true. It's also a line. If ever a day comes where he doesn't flirt back with a gorgeous woman? Check his pulse, he's probably dead. His smirk is flirtatious in subtle, almost boyish way. A dimple forms on the right side of his lips and his lashes dip lower over his eyes as he looks at her. "I'm morally obligated to test that theory as many times as you need." He clears his throat and his smile only grows. "You know, make sure you get some action."

The way she moves catches his attention again. She gives off that kind of energy that draws people in. He would be a liar if he said he wasn't intrigued already. Her movements speak of confidence that is earned over time. Fought for. Her gaze sweeps over the room, over the other people, his bright eyes stay on her. "Yes, very intriguing. But, I'm a sucker for a gorgeous, funny woman who can likely kick my ass."