Barrow Fields love 'em and leave 'em

Dingo thought he could get it from anyone, and he wasn't picky. The fact this individual wasn't even full-grown had no effect on his choices, and one had to wonder if he was cognizant of his decisions in any form. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to charm the younger generations in to getting it (or so he thought); they were often easier to manipulate than their older siblings or their parents — a fact which would come to light all too quickly. 

The girl seemed despondent when he made mention of her age, although he hadn't wanted that. Dingo hoped to appeal to her need to be an adult; all teenagers had the same feeling, that urge to belong and be taken seriously. He had accidentally cock-blocked himself with his words though, and while he wanted to correct that mistake, he didn't get a chance. A woman arrived and was not at all pleased to see him. She looked familiar — probably just because she was this kid's mom.

Dingo's mind first went, a two-for-one deal? Sign me up! As if her teeth and words meant nothing; for a split second he wanted to make mention of how hot she was, but didn't. It seemed like a little bit of good judgement was kicking in. He gave a wink to the younger girl as he skeedaddled backwards, calling out, Hey! We were just talkin', and who're you? Kinda rude to barge in on a private conversation between two adults, eh? He was still trying to make the younger girl feel valid, or at the very least raise some of that teenage angst in her, maybe use it as a distraction if he chose to escape.