George eyed the woman, and then the rope. With her being noticeably shaken by his presence, it made him feel slightly powerful - but also slightly saddened. While he had no problem with having little to no intimate relationships, he internally wondered what it would feel like to be loved instead of feared. Clearing his throat, he gestured to the rope that appeared the thickest and said, "That one'll do."

Following the woman to the cash counter, he leaned up against the counter, leaning his face so close near hers, he was sure she could smell the smoke on his breath. "Say, what's a pretty woman like you doin' at a place like this anyway?"