She smiles and laughs lightly at his words, her chest shaking with her soft laugh. Her hand touches his knee as she takes another sip, still careful not to ruin her lipstick. Justique moves her chair closer to his. The hand on his knee moved to toy with his sleeve as they chatted. "<i>Well, what brings you to company of this fine crowd?</i>She smirks, glancing at the less-than-savory crowd inhabiting the room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>