Bentley inspected his new drink curiously. It looked... heavier than the last. He didn't take a sip yet, but instead just kept his metal hand around the base. The fingers tapped against the glass, but the sound was lost in the noise of the bar.

"I... guess I see your point." It was rather deep talk for Evan, actually, but his reasoning was sound. Thinking on it, Erica wasn't 'hard on the eyes', so to speak. Maybe they even connected a bit. She was rather colorful, too - figuratively and literally. Bentley finally lifted the drink to his lips as he considered Evan's little speech and Erica. There was something different about her, but he couldn't place his finger on i- wait. What had Evan said?

Bentley froze, mid-drink.

Slowly and carefully, he set his cup down.

"About Erica... w-were you meaning to say it was she who was... a 'he'?"