The Heartwood decorate this silence

Dash didn't see the woman's eyes roll, on account of he was still trying to regain control of his breathing. He wasn't about to kid himself though-- he knew he didn't have a shot in hell at actually scoring here. Despite what he might attempt to lead others to believe, he had always been pretty hopeless when it came to wooing the ladies. 

"Oh, is that how it's done?" Dash replied, matching her grin. "No wonder I can't get laid, I've been going about it all wrong." He wagged his tail good-naturedly. "And here I thought it was my hideous face driving the ladies away. Or my teeeeeeny-tiny little dick." Laughter threatened to burst from the boy once more, but he managed to control himself. 

"Okay, okay, okay," he started, attempting to compose himself, "How's this?" He cleared his throat. "Hey there beautiful, what's your name? What's such a pretty lady doing out here... all alone?" He used his best creeper-voice, attempting to make the question sound as sleazy as possible. Just to prove a point.