He all but praised her title, the work that she had held so dear, and it was both vilifying and heartbreaking for Ivy to hear.  She wasn't Pamela any more, Poison Ivy had left that life behind, or rather had been forced to, and a shattered heart, stitched together by purpose alone, had replaced the soft one she once possessed.  For a moment however, his words soothed its jagged edges and Ivy felt validated in a way she had forgotten she could be.  "It's not luxurious, but it suits me," she humbly returned.  "Plants are more pleasant than most people anyway," she went on to add playfully.  "Current company excluded."  One hand shifted, and Ivy's slender fingers fanned up the nape of Bruce's neck, where her satin gloves slid fluidly against his skin, but as he answered her inquiry Poison Ivy felt the kiss of blush warming her face, a reaction she couldn't have controlled even if she had wanted to.<br/>She may have been a villain, and more than a bit obsessive with her plans, but still a woman nonetheless, his stroke of her ego coaxed a reaction.  It was chemistry, but she was relatively certain there wasn't a woman in Gotham City who wouldn't have done the same.  Her emerald eyes shied away briefly from his studious stare then, lashes lowering demurely as a supple grin graced her red lips.  "Alfred was the delight in such a stuffy room, I can see why he is your right hand," she returned.  Tilting her sights upwards, Ivy met the deep brown pools of Bruce's eyes, "But I'm flattered you think my company would be satisfying to your curiosity tonight.  We all need a change in pace now and again I believe."<br/><br/>Chest to chest, Ivy could feel the increase in his heart beat, and it fed her.  Bruce Wayne, the one and only, and she was the center of his attention.  What a smoldering place to have found herself.  He wasn't like the others circling the room, and in fact for Ivy, everyone else had vanished into a blurr as she kept time with the handsome millionaire in a slow, intimate embrace.  His gaze drifted not without notice, and she whispered, "Alright...Bruce," and he urged her closer.  A soft, favorable sigh left her lungs as she felt the proof of her intoxicating effects.  Ivy encouraged them with a ginger yearning of her softly pressed body as one hand drew down to brace a palm at his chest.<br/><br/>That schmuck would be coming to look for her soon, Ivy's pheromones now drifting in circulation, leading him to her like an addict in need of a fix, and she knew the moment she found herself in would end.  There were appearances to maintain, and Ivy was, after all, in attendance for a reason.  For now however, she remained wrapped close to the handsome host, the ever obsessive Ivy finding a new obsession in his charm. This wasn't the opportunity she had been looking for, but it was one she could not pass up.  He was swooning her, and rather successfully.