The  men had initially laughed at her choice of drink, and the bartender would have nothing of it, shaking his head and getting something else for her. It would taste much like what she ordered, but with a hint of cherry and a surprise of ginger. It would have been a bit out of place for him not to flex his skills with just a run-of-the-mill order. While James seemed like the kind of man who would fight for her original choice, he made agreeing sounds to the transaction. They were here to impress her at least a little, and it was all done in a friendly mischievous tone.<br/><br/>He wasn't really playing a game, at least not nefariously. The only reason a man insists on one drink is because he wants there to be more. Talia was polite, and let herself be caught up in their conversation. She didn't decline the second glass. James supported his head on his palm, elbow on the bar as he smiled, drinking from his own concoction. She was a bit decided on staying on their job in the conversation, but the more she had, cherry ginger, the more he got to know about her.<br/><br/>He didn't really have the habit of being so concerned about the new assistants, at least not to this degree. Somewhere James had to admit to himself that she was the kind of attractive he liked. While he enjoyed her company, there was a bit of a pit in his stomach, since he was her superior, and he mustn't compromise her in any way. Relying on his own goodness, which a man like James could afford, he decided this was that, then, exactly like he'd promised her. Just drinks.<br/><br/>His expression changed, surprised but not frightened. She would understand the reason for it soon, as her tormentor hugged her lightly from behind, and let go quickly, hand sliding down her spine but not overly targeting the ass she'd already given him. "Mr. Clements!" James said and stood up. Culler stood by her side, hand on her shoulder while extending the other for their coordinator. James shook firmly and Culler turned his eyes to his little rabbit.<br/><br/>"Please, call me Culler. She does." he insisted and leaned closer to smile at her. "I see you two are conspiring against me. Are you tell him I am riding you too hard?" he pressed and it made James laugh nervously. His instinct was to get Culler away from Talia for some reason.<br/><br/>"N-no. We were actually talking about other things, believe it or not, Culler." James tried. Culler's hand was now in her hair, nodding along with what the other man was saying. He laughed and shrugged, finally letting her go as he sat himself in the chair where James had already hung his jacket.<br/><br/>"Oh? Is that so? Now I'm a little hurt." he said and chuckled before turning to the bartender and motioning for a drink with a bill. The bartender complied with something tall. He leaned closer to his favorite toy and whispered to her as James got another chair. "One cock wasn't enough?" he asked darkly, hand on her knee. "Does he know you like it in your ass?" It was spoken rather loudly in her ear, and he seemed to enjoy the new situation.<br/><br/>"Oh, what are you two on about now, without me?" James asked, sitting on the other side of her. He was obviously a little uncomfortable now, but he was trying to make the best of hit. He was certainly non the wiser of Culler's and Talia's other activities.