Watching his gaze drop to her breast she had to fight the urge to chuckle. Men, especially young men, could be so predictable in their reactions at times. Flash them cleavage, or give them a long pair of legs to ogle and you had their attention, it rarely mattered what you said to them. That didn't stop her from talking, it wasn't her problem if they couldn't remember a word she'd said later on. She considered it a lesson, it would help teach them to pay better attention when they got older.<br/><br/><em>One or two, make up your mind</em><br/><br/>"Tut, tut," she said softly, voice filled with mirth as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, cutting off the view, "That was rather rude Mr. Tarik. What is a girl to think when she offers her help and is snapped at in such a manner?" she asked but her voice was still warm, friendly, and she made no move to rise from her chair. She was fairly certain he'd taken something before he'd entered the room. His eyes were focused and the pupils didn't seem to be dilating properly. No doubt he was simply speaking the first things that came to mind.<br/><br/>Of course she could be wrong, he could just be used to people snapping to around him and she hadn't...and still wasn't. Time would tell for certain.<br/><br/>From her table she saw the older gentleman enter the room and a small smile quirked her lips. She's heard of Mr. Artino but hadn't actually worked with him before. Some of the stories other girls told were hard to credit. When he made his way to his table she offered a polite nod in his direction, but nothing that would be rude to her current client. Simply a good employee keeping an eye on the whole room while entertaining the person before her as well.<br/><br/>She wondered if Tarik would see it that way. The night was young, there was plenty of time to soothe ruffled feathers if he didn't.