"It's hard not to be." Derek told Sasha as he watched as she put his money into the machine. Part of him couldn't help but be a little ashamed with himself. Not because of the money, he could care less about that, but because Sasha knew exactly how to play him and he fell for it everytime, this time no different than the others. It was obvious that she was hired for more than just her looks. She was truly good at her job.<br/><br/>As she leaned in to speak to him, he leaned in as well so that he could hear her better. Another chuckle came from him as he heard her words. "You're right, I do know... But that's why I keep coming back." Derek whispered back to Sasha in a similar tone of voice. As much as he was content with having his way with women who were a lot more 'loose', nothing got his blood pumping more than a challenge being presented before him. It was a way for him to get a rush, and everytime he tried to get somewhere with Sasha, he always got that rush because she was always playing hard to get with him. He was determined to overcome her challenge and make her his by the end of his stay at the Masquerade.<br/><br/>Derek grinned as he watched her take a sip, and held his own glass up in front of his lips, moving it in a circular motion to let the liquor swirl inside the cup. "How many drinks would it take for me to at least get a dance?" He asked her, not breaking eye contact as he took a rather larger gulp from the drink she had given him.