Cole seemed to enjoy her joke, or at least it didn't seem like he had taken offense to it. He continued to hold her to him, obviously pleased with the red head "reciprocating" his feelings. As long as we was happy, her secret was safe.... Right? She hated being toyed with like this, having no control over the situation. What could she do though?<br/><br/>He had continued to enjoy the scent of her hair, the sounds of him taking it in with his breath still very much audible. Cole's next comment made her blush deepen further. "Yes well... I don't think it's suggested to wash your pillowcases in shampoo." He seemed to be enjoying himself, continuing to paw at her behind before running a finger up the seam. This time she couldn't silence her gasp, though it was slightly muffled as Lyra tried to keep her face close to his body. When would he stop toying with her like this?<br/><br/>Finally, the gang leader released her, allowing her to take a deep breath and calm herself. If he had noticed her coloring, he made no mention of it and for that she was grateful. Plopping himself down on the couch he poured two glasses, making a mess as he did. How drunk was he exactly? Was it all an act? Carefully the red head sat, trying to keep a polite amount of distance between them without seeming standoffish. "Thank you, I appreciate the hospitality."<br/><br/>He lifted his glass and she mirrored the action, "Cheers." Cole replied then without actually answering her question and it vexed her to no end. She had no intention of being here for an extended period of time, on his turf, playing by his rules. "As you wish, Cole. Though, I'm afraid I might not be as entertaining as some of the other girls you've known. This isn't my usual.... scene." Her reply was cool and collected as his hand was placed on her thigh. The red head searched his face, who was he really? Something about the way he spoke made her question his background. He was still very much an enigma to her.<br/><br/>He remained set on his plan, commenting on how much they would have to drink before he'd open up. "Half the bottle? I suppose it's not an outrageous request, especially coming from you." Lyra replied in turn by drinking a third of her glass, calming her nerves immediately as he sidled up to her. His laugh would have caught her off guard otherwise. "Drink you under the table? I hardly think that's fair. You've already got so much of a head start on me." She smirked lightly to herself and took another sip of the vodka. It was good, this was dangerous. Shed need to know for sure exactly how inebriated he was before accepting the challenge. For all she knew he could be faking, or he could be far more seasoned in this type of lifestyle compared to her.<br/><br/>"Yes, I suppose that is my job, isn't it?" The alcohol was working, she didn't seem to be phased as much when he stroked the hair away from her ear. It wasn't enough though, her heart still raced as Cole pulled her closer go him, hinting that they could be "friends." Lyra pretended to pout slightly, "Oh? We're not friends now?" Reminding him of what he had said back at the station. "While I appreciate the offer, I have no intention of taking money from anyone ever again. I think I've learned my lesson the hard way." The red head eyed him carefully, emerald pools watching to see his reaction as she took another drink from her glass. "I will however accept your challenge, even if I have an unfair advantage."