Crawling over the table, closer to the Inquisitor's head, glancing back over her shoulder quickly just to see if the coast was clear, she whispered. "I could... let something slip... for a price." She licked her lips, the money more of a lure than anything else the Inquisitor could offer. Except, of course, more money. Her motions had changed, they weren't meant to lure him to the bedchambers any more, they were just a show now to fool the other patrons and her barkeep. Her hands flowing over her scantily dressed chest, her eyes on his pockets. She didn't seem like the kind that would give anything without being paid in advance.