Like a loyal puppy, Smoker tagged alongside, determined now that he'd found her not to let her too far out of his sighs. "I could talk dirtier," he added with an amused arched eyebrow, "But it's in public. People would stare and I hate being shot down mercilessly." His ears were tinged with pink but he tried to ignore it best he could by busying himself with her window shopping. "Purses?"