"Well, yes, that's .. exactly what I said.." Miriam muttered, slightly embarrassed to repeat herself. She turned her attention to the undead man as he leaned closer towards her, taking a quick sip from her own mug while keeping her gaze on him... as much as he was keeping his gaze on her. This seemed either awkward or perfect for the situation at hand, depending on whether she wanted to pick up on his questions..<br/><br/><i>"How do you like to relax, Miriam?"</i><br/><br/>"I.. well....I usually like a good book, though..." She scanned him for a moment longer as her thighs parted slightly, and she started to shift on her seat, inching herself closer towards him. "...I...think..I might enjoy the relaxation this bar offers...maybe we can help each other... " She muttered, thoughts starting to race through her mind.<i>Would it be too forward to say 'having a man push me around and have his way with me'..</i>She pondered - not realizing that she muttered this aloud to him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>