The band has an excellent ear, playing heady blues with an undercurrent of conversation spread out across the room.  Though Nayomi and Emma are just part of the crowd, they seem to have eyes only for each other.  The mercenary plucks her cigar from the ash tray, drains her glass, and lifts it to show she wants a refill.  Normally, the sharp-eyed agent would point out the subtle color and realize that this is nothing than an expertly mixed nonalcholic drink but in the dark and intimate room that Emma picked out very carefully, she misses out on some important details.  It does, though, inspire a sense of confidence in the other woman.  Nayomi, seeing Emma drop bombs, might be more comfortable in over indulging.<br/><br/>After all, there is /no/ way she could be drunker than her mark!  "Oh, you little minx!"  Emma says, laughing.  "You know damn well why men and women might make a fool of themselves for a sweet piece of arm candy like you.  Now, maybe I haven't tasted you yet, but you certainly seem sweet enough."  She reaches forward, catching the woman's chin between the cup of her fingers and the press of a thumb, grinning still.  "Almost too sweet.  I knew it would be dangerous to indulge too much even before you ordered that drink.  You've expensive taste... and I can oblige you."  With that, she waves in a second glass for her guest, releasing the woman from the prison of the caress and eye contact.<br/><br/>"I can afford to oblige.  I run high profile security for very important men, and sometimes women.  They pay plenty to keep their sercrets safe... and I'm good at the work."  The intentional challenge is just more sly challenge, a humorous aside for Emma who knows that these delicately presented questions are more than they appear to be.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>