"Oh, it was a /little/ lonelier."  Emma teases back, placing her chin in a hand as she matches the agent smirk for smirk.  She can afford to play coy, she did not just wash down a powerful euphoric drug after all.  "It's better that you're back, though why you needed to fix your hair I will never understand!  Surely the idea is to muss it up once more by the end of the night, and you look damn good just that little bit messy!"<br/><br/>This time her gaze does drop too the cleavage, "If you are interested in my 'abode', I can show you.  We can continue listening to the music from there, in the comfort of... privacy."  Blue eyes lift back up, wrinkles forming at the corner as she smiles fully.  The omni-tool flashes, and credits are pulled from the account again, and a man in a black suit steps around the table and blocks sight of the man just as he bucks forward, and a woman slips out from underneath the table.  "Miss Emma, your ride awaits outside."<br/><br/>"Well, Miss Nayomi, what say you and I see what else the night holds for us?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>