There was a small expression of surprise and mild frustration that crossed Aria's face when she realized Pheonix wasn't going to simply give up and let her step away. Testing it out with another try she took a step back again. "I don't give my attentions to men of unknown races," Aria replied. She was reacting, and trying to think, and knew that she couldn't keep backing up for too long.<br/><br/>And that was when he mentioned the gift from the night before. He didn't realize that was her way of repaying his tips on her human glamour, and how it didn't work. Stopping a step away from the wall she stood up straight and looked challengingly into his eyes, attempting to silence a grin. "Don't you think it's a bit dangerous to offer a faerie anything she wants?" Her manner had changed completely from an off-guard lady trying not to trip over her own feet for staring at him to a confident, almost flirtatious, fae creature. Boons, favors, promises, and word play were all faerie battlegrounds and playgrounds. She almost hoped that he didn't know enough to watch his step.