[He nearly bites his lip, but that, too, is something escorts aren't supposed to do. At least not in a nervous sort of way. He should be fired. He should be so fired.

But, at least it seems he can salvage her night, if not his job. His smile returns, faint, but warming. Getting to know each other. He can do that.

Her comment on his nails catches him by surprise and then makes him laugh. He gives his head a shake and lets his fingers tap along the top of the table.]

Nah. Job's got a dress code, believe it or not. But I like to see what I can get away with. Most of the time, it's just this.

[He puts his hands back down.]

I like your haircut. Is it more rebellious or... chic?