<span style="font-style: italic"><br/>" Well, between me and you I'm more worried about the black market finding me, rather than me finding them, I'd rather not have any contact with those beats." A slight growl escaped her lips however she covered it up by taking a quick swig of Whiskey. " However, for entertainment , does that include chatting with you? " A wink made it from her right eye. Suggestive but not too suggestive.</span><br/><br/>Carson was not sure he liked agreed with her about the black market.  He had dealt with them when it was necessary, but generally liked to avoid them.  There was enough trouble in the legitimate trades of whoring and wine slinging.  "Chatting with you is a pleasure, to be sure, dear lady.  You may do so for as long as you like."   He ran a speculative eye across her.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>" I am running from the black market, now as for your gentle rules of honor for this place what are they. " she ran the hand that was not touching the glass , slipped behind her neck in a leisurely way. Taking another swig and running her eyes up and down the man .</span><br/><br/>"They'll not hear of you being here from me, but there are a lot of people here, and you made a big entrance.  Maybe you would care to come up and have dinner with me?  It would be a bit more private."  He watched her hand sliding up her neck closely.<br/><br/>The truth was this girl was trouble, and he wanted her off of his main floor, before something happened.  She was to outlandish to go unnoticed and he did not want the black market breathing down his neck.  Still, he admired the view as well, very much.