The man laughed when Erin was grossed out by his exposition. He hadn’t even been sure that the woman was still there, but the way Erin responded, he was sure that she was. It was probably rude of him to talk about another woman’s tattoos, but he was trying to make a point. “Hey, if she didn’t want the world to know, then she wouldn’t have gotten it where the bikinis she is so fond of wearing shows them.” He added, giving a slight shrug before turning to meet her gaze. “What, you didn’t think that I had been up to anything…indecent, do you?” He asked, grinning a bit and raising his eyebrow. Of course, he probably could have slept with the woman. He didn’t have a clue. Like he had explained to her, he knew facts, not history. 

“Hey, don’t dis the belt!” He complained, hooking his fingers through his belt loops as he walked. He took a breath, looking around the lake, and sighed. “No. Like I told you before, I know lots of things. I know about the concierge, my apartment. I know this courtyard and lake…I just don’t recall my name… Or how I got to be…in whatever position this is.” The woman was frustrating. Actually, she was downright infuriating. He had literally said twice now that he didn’t know his name. Perhaps she didn’t find that his words were worth remembering. Or the fact that he only had a memory that went back the last twenty minutes or so made it easier for him to recall the things that he had said. 

“Look, I get that this is your first…whatever this is, but I told you I don’t know these things, and I am beginning to feel like a broken record. If anyone else could see me, trust me, I would be talking to them right now, because even that squirrel over there seems to be paying closer attention to me, and he literally ran through my foot a few moments ago.” He sighed, and crossed his arms. They had left the hotel through the lobby, passing by quite a few people, and the man had tried to be seen by all of them, to no avail. It looked like she was his only option, and he wasn’t very fond of his odds.