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Mareth wasn't one to be startled, he'd noticed some women were chuckling at his peacock like style, while others were staring uncontrollably. As he strode down the hall, he whipped out his left hand, running his finger beneath one woman's bottom lip. He smirked and slung the moisture off his hand. "Don't drool, sweetheart, it's unbecoming." he said. There wasn't a voice in the world that could make this man feel as though he weren't the single sexiest individual on the planet.

"MARETH"

.....Except that one... Mareth had heard that booming voice a thousand times over.. he hadn't had the chance to put his clothes back on and he knew there was only one shot at getting out of this.. that same shot may just get him punched out, but he decided to go for it.

He faced Abby with little fear on his expression, keeping his coy, confident smile dabbed across his face. "My My, Miss Abby. If I may be so bold.. you're looking absolutely stunning today." he bowed toward her. This was stage one, Mareth knew from his experience that ol' Abby didn't like being treated like a beautiful girl. "But your beauty isn't what captivates me," the sly charmer said, "What truly makes me avid is your skill. I read the specs from your last detail, magnificent work. Even I couldn't have done better." He knew that seeing as she knew his persona so well, she'd take this as a compliment, and hopefully let him off the hook. All the while, the female officers lining the hall that had once been captured by his body, were now shooting him dirty looks. Some with jealousy, a few with shame, but none moreso than those who had realized Mareth was a charmer, smooth as silk and able to talk his way out of any situation. Or at least, that's the way they'd started to see it.