"I suppose you could say I'm fishing, if we want to keep that metaphor going,"  Xandavar said, "but I'm mostly looking for someone I can take back to my ship and...explore with," he explained, a knowing smirk crossing his face. "I'd imagine it's mostly alcohol in there," the captain said, sharp teeth glinting behind his smug expression. One of his fingers gently traced down Emerson's shoulder. To be truthful, Xandavar wasn't that great a flirt either, but most people he met found him to be pretty good looking, and his telepathic abilities handled the rest. The captain moved to sit beside his target, keeping in contact with him one way or another all the while. Leaning over the bar in a way that showcased his taunt, focused muscle, as well as the size difference between them, he continued, "Your friend must not be very interested, if they left a pretty boy like you here alone," he said, leaning in just a little bit close and putting one hand on the other male's knee.<br/><br/>"What's your name anyway?" The captain asked, putting a hand on Emerson's thigh and giving it a firm but gentle squeeze.<br/><br/>The captain was mostly just going through the motions at this point. As long as they were touching, Xandavar could feel everything that the young man did, and could easily pick his brain for basic information like his name. "Wait, wait," he said with a confident, sharp-toothed grin, "let's play a game. If I can guess your name in one try, you take my hand and leave your friend a message saying you went home with a handsome guy you found at the bar, and if I fail to guess it...well, you can get any one favor from me," he proposed.<br/><br/>"Sound fair...Let me guess, Emerson?"<br/><br/>((Don't worry about it, I don't mind at all. Sorry to keep you waiting, the last few days have been really busy. In a good way, but still.))