The truth to Brock's "technique" is that he didn't particularly care if he scored or not.  He liked to flirt not because it necessarily went anywhere, but because he liked flirting.  If they didn't reciprocate - as was the case with Hazel - that was fine and he didn't press it because he didn't want to be a boor (though he often was, he knew).  If the woman wanted to talk, that was fine, too.  He liked talking to people (avoiding the things he didn't want to think about, or couldn't say, which was mostly what he did while on the job).  He didn't flirt with women as a means to an end; it was fine if that was the end.  The only weird thing here was... well, the people weren't altogether human.  There was also a sense of risk, but he didn't mind that.<br/><br/>He laughed and said to Errol, "I'd actually rather talk your ear off than have you cook me food.  I think I've got more in common here with you than anyone else.  You understand my confusion.  I hope it's all fair in these parts to buy the bartender a drink?  I could do that.  See, it would not have occurred to me that there was a difference between the Fair Folk and space faeries.<br/><br/>"Also... I don't know I can give a pass to 'hot dogging.'  Did you just say that?  You did.  Does that happen hereabouts?  Do you ever take part?  Inquiring minds want to know."  He lifted his glass to her, took a sip.<br/><br/>He listened to Chance talk about Errol and a deal with a demon and pretended to drink out of his class.  There was a burst of old religious terror at the idea of demons cutting deals with mortals, though he remembered from the tales his Gran told that one should be equally wary of making deals with the Gentry.  Such things tended to poorly for the mortals who took them up on any offer at all.  He filed away to talk to Errol about it later, perhaps privately.<br/><br/>The cop part of his brain said that demons made deals like the Cosa Nostra.  They would fulfill their end of the deal and you'd find that your end wasn't exactly what you thought it would be.<br/><br/>He snorted when Chance said it took more than a badge to impress her.  "And it should.  They'll give them out to just about anyone.  They'll give them to guys who can't hold down a job at Mickey D's.  Still, in most joints, you tell a sweet young thing you're a detective, she's set to 'oooh' and 'aaaah.'  Then she generally wants to feel my biceps or chest.<br/><br/>"But that sounds like a challenge, Chance.  Adventurous?  Jesus.  With a space faerie not-human magician or what have you, I'm not even sure what that would mean.  Like, creating a duplicate of yourself for a three-way?  Uh, switching consciousnesses so your partner could feel like what getting fucked as a woman is like?"  He exhaled, trying to think of more things that could be "adventurous" by the standards of magical beings.  "Being whisked away to a universe made of purplish, chromatic fractals where one experiences a sense of cosmic oneness with their partner in a timeless dimension?"