"Three, you say?" Analise asks, taking another sip from her glass, thinking the lager might be going down a little too smooth. "Clearly, those other three times did not work out, otherwise you would not be trying to seduce me." she says matter of factly. "Unless, you're a womanize, and you might have women all over this town for all I know.." she quips.  Perhaps she took a slight offense to his honesty, but supposed it's better than being told sweet nothings; those never got her anywhere anyway.<br/><br/>"And what will you do after you've finished ravishing, hmm?" she asks, partly out of curiosity, partly out of concern.  Oh, she would love to be taken away by Salai, but soon she will need a fix....something she hasn't escaped. For a user, she is well kept; bathed, groomed and looks seemingly normal. Analise was torn between her habit and the handsome mysterious gentleman that has been occupying her time.  As she sat and socialized with Salai, her skin began to crawl.  Trying to not be obvious, Analise slowly, brings her hand to her other arm and starts to scratch it slightly; trying to stop the urge.<br/><br/>"....where might you want to go, if I may ask...?" she says.  Silently, she is cursing herself for holding on to such a habit, as it's effected every aspect of her life--a large component of why she does not allow anyone into her world.  It's just too fucked up.<br/><br/>Analise clears her throat, and goes back to nursing her beer, trying to resist the urges to leave to find her next fix.