Izzy D. noticed the Millicent and Solas had left but she was so intoxicated with Aaron that her focus did not waver. She had slipped a charm in Mill's bag when her attention was diverted. The charm would permit Millicent to speak her name and, for a lack of a better description, a spiritual pager would go off with the witch. She would be able to stay in connection with her friend and would be able to track her if she needed. That done, she pulled her legs up to an angle on the seat and draped her arm over  the back of the loveseat.<br/><br/>"Hmm, don't remember me?" she smiled. "I might have to remedy that."<br/>As the others drifted away, she stood, holding out her hand in invitation.<br/><br/>"Come with me." she asked, with a tilt of her head. "There is a live band downstairs. They have a killer dance floor. I would love to share a dance with you, a dance and other things." Her voice was husky.<br/><br/>She sipped the last of the mojito and handed it casually to a waiter.<br/><br/>"Coming?" she asked with a flicker of raised eyebrow.