Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

He gave a roll of wine-dark eyes, then, humorous in their creasing, and yet, not quite understanding the manner in which she referred to herself. She was a pretty thing. Polite. Nothin' bad about her that was noticeable right away, and, well, wasn't that the best way to be? Keep your flaws—keep em' covered. Like him, in a way.
Oh, that was a compliment, hun? He grinned. Head moved to face her. Eyes studied her expression, curious. Uncertain. Willing. Take me out to dinner first, hey? And that sentence was lined with a laugh, deep and gravelly. Warm. And it was just as quickly that he breathed, regained himself. And Twitch seemed to refocus, too.
Good thing I've got someone to show me around then, he hummed. Made a mental note of the lake. He could use a bath, now that he thought about it. Try fishing up here... though he wasn't sure how successful he'd be...
At least, not in this body.

An odd thought. He moved on quickly.

You got a favourite spot 'round here, lil' thing? He asked the girl, giving a single quirk of his brow as he moved only ever-so-slightly closer.
No ill-intent, nor hidden motives. Pure curiosity for this particular woman.