<div class="floatright">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/Elise_zpswenyy9ux.jpg)</div><br/>As she was still mid-brilliant idea, Elise didn't even notice the flying shirt until it hit her smack dab in the face, at which point she turned to see Lynthia breaking into that twisted little smile that sent chills up her spine (OK - the boobs didn't hurt none either in that regard.) "Indeed that we shall," Elise promised in that velvety voice of hers that spawned her street name, "It's all in the negotiations. The trick in negotiations of course," the neko explained, arching her back as she folded her hands behind it, "is to convince the other party that you've got what they want while letting them on as to what<em>you</em>want without making it too obvious<em>how much</em>you want it..."<br/><br/>By way of demonstration, she gave the crew's Hound a sly look and ran her tail up the girl's bare midriff. Truth be told, it was only partially for demonstration - it was also partially payback for Lynthia's stray tail at the Lampblack's and partially... well just because. Elise knew she'd never be the skilled seductress that her sis... -<em>Talitha </em>was. But she wasn't above the occasional flirtation - oh let's be honest: the frequent flirtation - with her fellow crew members, all of whom just happened to be thirty-one flavors of gorgeous after all. And if Lynthia was going to start someone, what kind of person would Elise be not to try and follow where it led? Oh the wonders of the curvy path both metaphorical and quite literal.