Lady Nightshade crosses the room smoothly, moving slowly, casually greeting customers like old friends, smiling at her staff, nodding occasionally at a word or joke, then passing on.  She reaches the bar next to Ithi'ka as if it is a coincidence.  She smiles warmly at Hawk, and says, softly, as if to him, "Looking dashing as ever my dear Ithi'ka.  And new toys?  But you really should relax some.  Armor hardly becomes your delicate features.  I've said before, I've gowns enough to set off those lovely eyes of yours, and to show off that amazing figure."<br/><br/>Hawk grins broadly in response to this, and responds. "I think she's more a business before pleasure kinda woman.  Like me, sis."<br/><br/>Nightshade nods slowly.  "Yes.  And she has business with me.  Hawk, escort her upstairs, to the crystal room.  I'll join you shortly." Nightshade turns and walks away then, apparently attracted by a customer's wave.<br/><br/>Hawk puts out his arm in a mock gentlemanly gesture.  "This way, darlin."