She squeaked a little and smiled, stopping and reaching up to his hand at her collar. As she pulled his hand from her collar, she laced her finger with his for a moment, then twirled as if she were dancing with him and then proceeded to do so. Then she leaned in to him, "<span style="color: #BF0000">What else would you have us do while we wait then, my dear?</span>" she asked with a sultry purr to her voice. She giggled cutely and smiled at him with dancing eyes.<br/><br/>She looked up at him and smirked once more and then twirled and then skipped a little before moving gracefully down the hall again. She was flirting with him. She knew that flirting with him, could also mean flirting with death, but she lived on the edge. She smiled and winked at him over her shoulder and allowed the soft silk to flow with her graceful movements.<br/><br/>She wanted him to play with her...she wanted him to flirt back...she wanted him to make the next move. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to spend time with him, but why? She couldn't place her finger on it, but there was something about him that was drawing her closer. but what was it. The only way to find out was to get closer...and closer is what she was aiming for.