The smile was predatory this time, and heat crept into Imogen's gaze before she could stop it; she reached out almost involuntarily to gently grip the woman's chin and raise it so she could see her eyes.<br/><br/><em>Perfect.</em><br/><br/>And by god, she was going to have her out of those clothes faster than she could blink.<br/><br/>Of course, there was a slight hitch to her stride-off-masterfully plan given she didn't actually know where she was going, so she simply met the woman's eyes with a level gaze she'd been told was just a little unsettling by some of her old underlings, and let the silence go on for a beat before answering.<br/><br/>"Then I would be very pleased you enjoy your...company. Please lead on."<br/><br/>But this 'mistress' business was definitely not to her liking - thankfully, an alternative presented itself in her mind wonderfully swiftly.<br/><br/>"And please call me Captain. Although I didn't catch your name."