Beckett had always been one to toe the line of what was appropriate to say, but the fact that Mrs. Crouch seemed receptive to his flattery emboldened him a bit more. "Hard not to," She was a beauty too, exotic in features, from the delicate curl of her hair, the deep brown eyes and long lashes, Beckett could see how Mr. Crouch had been easily ensnared. What he couldn't fathom was how he spent any portion of the night away from such a lovely creature.

"My apologies however, if that comes across as too forward," Beckett didn't usually care about that, but suddenly he worried he had offended her, which would be the worst thing he could possibly do. Becks took a deep sip of his drink to give himself a moment to figure out how to recover. "But I have always been of the mind that beautiful women should be told as such as often as possible." That was even more forward, where had his filter gone?