[ He makes some quiet, amused sound, keeps his hand right where it is curved over his thigh. It's his other hand that moves up to lightly push Byerly's aside so he can turn to look at him again, tilting his head slightly, his expression curious. His tone is even, but he's still keeping his voice in that slightly lower register, just because he can. ]

Sometimes it takes a bit of talking up. But being forward pays off. [ Not like he hasn't been turned down, of course he has, but not all that much, either. His hand shifts slightly over his leg, just enough that he can press his thumb against the inside of his thigh, his other hand lightly tracing his fingers up over his back, lingering over the bare skin at the nape of his neck -- and further up, tangling through his hair and twisting hard, just enough for it to hurt a little as he wrenches his head back. ] It helps to watch for a while, figure out who'd be more open to approach. Who's here for the same reason you are.

[ He doesn't seduce people, exactly, not anything like what Byerly's work would likely consist of. He just knows what he wants, finds someone who wants the same, and gets it. ]