He leans back, unable to keep a bit of a smirk off his face. She looks good, good enough to eat in fact. Then again, she'd look good even if she was in a potato sack. He pulls his pants off in a distracted manner, more focused on Nancy.

He reaches out with one hand. "C'mere. You're too far away." He's going to be taking those panties off with his teeth. Fangs do come in handy for more than just sucking blood.