She caught his eye after he made it to the bar and slid back down to where he sat with a smirk on her lips. She was washing out one mug with one hand, and he would notice that several more seemed to be washing themselves on the counter behind the counter as if following her exact movements.<br/><br/>"I see you have come for more answers to questions. Or, were you looking for something else." Her smirk did not waver while she set her work aside to lean on the counter in front of him, her chest pressing against the leather of her top.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>