As she sat there, she simply stared at him. She let her eyes comb over his form, definitely liking what she saw. She finally returned her gaze to his face, meeting his eyes. "You are welcome to have a seat. It is likely we will be able to remain here through the night. I may be called out to work, but if that happens, I'll leave you here anyway. You wont enjoy what I have to do."<br/><br/>She deliberately did not ask him if that was okay. She simply pointed toward the kitchen, speaking in an almost bored voice, "You'll find wine in the fridge. Glasses in the cupboard next to it. Pour me a glass."<br/><br/>She truly wanted the wine, but more than that, she wanted to see what he'd do.