“Is that so…” he murmured, eyeing the brunette with a keen eye. A woman with wayward hands seemed like a scandal in and of itself…a fun scandal. A scandal he would have fun…investigating. “I think I’ll go check that out, if you don’t mind.”
Stepping away from the younger man, Alvin made his way down towards the bridge. Several minutes later, however, saw the brunet man stepping rather quickly back over to the shorter male, and almost abashed expression on his face.
Glancing warily over one shoulder, at the creepy woman who grinned and winked when she saw him looking, Alvin cleared his throat audibly.
“…how has she not been arrested yet?” he asked hurriedly, expression uneasy.
Having full view of what occurred between Alvin and the woman, he could not help but fluster himself at how helpless the much taller male looked before her presence.
“Er… Well… S-She doesn’t really mean any harm. She’s just… you know…” he muttered, “Anyway… I hope you learned something. It looked like she got you good.”