She wasn't fighting him. It wasn't really on her agenda, given that he wasn't proposing something sordid yet. It was good to see she wasn't dead set on simply being a poor guest. Her jokes were welcome, and he rewarded them with agreeing lifts of his brows and the smirks that were subtly painted with their fine alcohol. If you can get the first glass down, the rest should follow easier. She'd even humored him about the bribe, which was a good sign she was opening up. He was having too much fun with Lyra as a woman, and was fast forgetting that she was supposed to be working for him.<br/><br/>"No more about that then." he agreed. He didn't want to push it. It wasn't important right now, anyway. Not when she was blushing so prettily and showing off the glower in her green eyes. Deeper into the evening, she showed her gratitude too. Oh, he was sure that was some kind of threshold crossed, for her. He'd not be late to take advantage. "Hey, what are friends for, if not drinking buddies?" It sounded innocent, but he wasn't planning on keeping it that way. Lyra herself wasn't too attached to being all too collected, either.<br/><br/>His blue eyes fixed on her neck when her head dropped over the edge of the couch's back. He wanted a taste, and he suspected she realized that. Casual clothes on uptight detective. What a lure. He would be suspecting her to entrap him if he wasn't the one holding all the cards. Her tension was starting to relent, even when he explored her leg. He shrugged the shoulder furthest from her about her point on him not knowing her. His arm extended, like a gentlemen, when she stood with barely enough balance. In the end she'd not needed his help.<br/><br/>Instead he leaned back to enjoy the show in the new music, lip of the glass to his own. He styed with his attention on her tightly conditioned stomach, and his otherwise lilting pupils grew slightly at the pendant. She really was a little cove of secrets, wasn't she? She was going to play along, but she wanted to find somewhere else to continue. He pressed the glass to his cheek as he looked her over again, letting her stand there for his viewing pleasure for a while. He tipped the glass for the last of its liquid and then rolled it off his fingers to land safely in the cushions. He stood too, steadier, and then went around her to pick up the bottle.<br/><br/>Soon he'd throw his arms around her from behind, chin on her neck, finally, pushing into her lovely hair again. "I got a room ontop." Office, but it had a bedroom for working late. It had been installed as for the more important partiers. Cole qualified for that category many times over. Stroked the mouth of the bottle against her stomach to hike up the shirt again as he tried to kiss below her ear, torso pressing against her back. To anyone else here, they'd be obvious lovers or lovers-to-be.<br/><br/>"I like this Lyra. She's better than day-time Lyra." he confessed into her shell and then stroked his nose over it.<br/><br/>If she was willing to come along, he'd get them through the corridors and up the stairs fast, drinking from the bottle and offering it to her on the way. If she'd let him, he'd be kissing her already against the door as he unlocked it with the card, and stumbling in with her. Even if she didn't, they'd find themselves inside and the lights going on in a suggestive level of illumination. He laughed to himself as he found the first best surface for the bottle. "Okay, Lyra." he said, mocking some kind of more serious tone. He easily pulled off the tanktop.<br/><br/>A pale beast then, lanky and powerful, with vast shoulders holding up the red marks. He ran his hand through his hair a few times, as though delighted to be free of the flimsy article. He'd decided to have her, but he left the choice to her whether it would be initially playful or not. "New place." he pointed out and waved her over, to where he stood by a bed, in front of a large window looking out over the dance floor. In the room littered with cabinets for more poisons than just strong drinks, he might look like the very incarnation of vice, lights exploding behind him dramatically. He licked one corner of his lips and nodded toward the sheets. "Where's my spectacle?"<br/><br/>The detective didn't know, of course, but hidden cameras were already deciphering the low lighting, and making perfect images for a very heated collection of files.