<span style="font-style: italic">Too easy...</span><br/>She smiled coyly at him as he spoke, looking up at him through her thick lashes, "No no, it's fine. I have hot-and-cold tastes; brandy one moment, and that," She nodded to the bottle he'd brought, "the next. I appreciate the food as well, I didn't bother to eat anything while I was re-fabbing the engine." She approached him with a glass of brandy in hand, and chuckled as his hands found her slender hips.<br/><br/>"As for the rug, captain," She purred, "Didn't you know? Pink goes with<span style="font-style: italic">everything.</span>I thank you for the lovely gifts, but I must warn you that if this is a ploy to recruit me as your navigator, stand down," Her cultured manner of speaking was coming out-- she didn't care. The man before her might be dense, but even he must've caught onto her upbringing by now, "It is, after all, for your own good. However, it would be incredibly tactless to accept these gifts without some form of repayment. Tell me, Captain Nagus... Aside from the brandy," She moved one of his hands from her hip and deposited the glass into it, curling her fingers around his to make sure he didn't drop it, "Is there anything else you would," she paused deliberately, looking him straight in the eyes, "require of me?"<br/><br/>Like a ghost made of satin she glided away from him, settling gracefully into one of the chairs and crossing her long legs, "Do sit down, captain, the furniture won't break if you sit on it. Make yourself comfortable," She tipped her head back slightly as she took a sip of brandy-- her best features were probably her long, elegant neck and delicate shoulders, and the maids who had dressed her had always taken great measures to show them off-- then regarded the man over the rim of her glass.