If Bleidd han a normal 20 something human, with a circulation and a pulse, then her choice of drink might have been relevant. As it was , even before Fate took her heart she had the constitution of an Ox and could drink far more than her size suggested. However this was a game she liked to play., that gave her an idea of just how savvy her competition, or in this case , her mark, really was. After she sat down, having already committed to the action long before having asked, she then took that drink that would have drained half her glass. Before turning her attention back to the increasingly agitated Mercenary across from her.<br/><br/>Bleidd had to work hard to hide the grin that tugged at the corner of her mouth , as he bristled at her continued ignorance, trying to get a rise of his own by throwing in a cute little pet term. Bleidd decided she liked him, he was the sort of person you knew where you stood. Reminded her a lot of her heavy.Riley back when she ran the guild in Cordalis. That guy had palms the size of dinner plates and by all accounts could knock out a horse. He was also considerably smarter than he let on, now there was a guy with secrets. Still that’s a story for another time. For several moments she didn’t say anything, appearing to sway ever so slightly in her seat and blinking slowly whilst focused on something apparently in the middle distance. Her tongue snaked across her lips and a small crease furrowed her brow.<br/><br/>“ Well , thing is...I can’t really wait til next week, know what I mean?”<br/><br/>She could literally feel him tense up from across the table, and again she had to catch herself from breaking into a grin, only thing that wold have given her away would be the spark that shot behind her eyes, that gave away the fact she was infact quite sober and already looking to start a dance. Her easiest course of action if he took a swing was to simply kick her chair backward and ride it to the ground then roll onto her feet, it would also put distance and furniture between them as he would still have to come around the table. Then it was just a case of being evasive, she had no way to match him for strength or reach but she could move quickly,unnaturally so, in the restricted space though she would have to opt for staying inside his range , hopefully if she stayed too close and too low he wouldn’t be able to land a decent blow. Or catch her, still she had tricks for getting looseof a grip, including several fine needles laced with a localised paralysing agent. What she wanted, was, if he really was hell bent on not hearing her out, too see if he had anything of worth,the more personal the better. If she could get her hands on that, she had leverage, or he would hunt her for it , either way, it would be a way to get him moving.