[ He settles for a spot in the middle of her couch and takes off his jacket, not sure if she wants it hanging along with her clean, stylish clothes. It pools at the spot next to him. ]

Freelancer, yeah. I'm mostly a musician, and I play for whoever will take me. They tried to make me a regular, but I told them I already had a commitment! This clothing line is getting me to model for 'em. Uh, don't get your hopes up. I don't look great with clothes on.

[ ...She is free to consider the implications of that! The small huff and smile might even say he invites her to. His shirt is tight around his broad chest and back when he starts pulling it off — he has a few injuries he needs her to reach. ]

So you're a blogger? [ does she have a verified account... either way, he goes on: ] Why blogging?