Ianthe giggled, pushed her plate away meaningfully -- true to her word, she'd eaten ravenously -- and tossed back what was left in her glass.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Flexible, like, bendy? Or flexible, like, open-minded?" </span>She stretched languidly, her arms over her head in a kind of demonstration before she settled her elbows back on the table.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"The first, for sure. And I try to be the second, since getting out on my own." </span>She left her foot teasing his ankle.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"So, decorated Alliance hero turns cynical, and retires to a dusty crime-infested backwater where he can spend his days tending a bar, cracking the occasional head, and seducing girls who happen to pass through. I'm not sure it suits you, Cat; you've got too much life left in you, I think."</span><br/><br/>She paused, adjusted her coat, and then added, sotto voce,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Take me someplace?"</span>from behind a conspiratorial grin.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I think I want dessert."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>