Isolde snapped back to attention.<br/><br/>"There are many sweet that I like in life." she flirted back. "I was born to be surrounded by sweetness and adoration."<br/><br/>One of the ghosts swept a bow toward her and she na.rrowed her eyes to hiss. "Not by you."<br/><br/>"Beg pardon?" Malachai asked, his eyes open in astonishment.<br/><br/>"Sorry, that wasn't directed at you, really it wasn't." Isolde answered.<br/><br/>The appetizer arrived and she turned her attention to the delicacy.<br/><br/>"Tell me, Malachai, why did you choose to put a club down by the docks. You seem such an upscale man."