She looked back over, same little smirk playing on her lips. "That I don't doubt. You seem like the kind of guy who..." Tends to get what you want. "Doesn't ever lack for friends." Something she can respect. Maybe fiends wasn't entirely the right word. She didn't doubt he had friends, but you had some friends, and then there were 'friends'. Cindy was good at the latter. Her line of work didn't have her making actual friends very easily.

But knowing he's checking her out is great. Obviously if he was fifty and overweight, it wouldn't have the satisfaction that came with it. Some if he was, but definitely not the same kind.

Cindy straightened up. "I've been known to turn a head or two. It's always the witty banter that keeps them in, though. A good conversationalist is not always easy to come by. But I seem to manage fairly well."