Emma was never one to refuse an invitation, and delving through Slade's mind wasn't disappointing. He was extremely intelligent, he could fight well...very well, and his age, did not surprise her. He was far too experienced in life not to be up there. It didn't make her any less attracted to him, just a bit more respectful. "You are....interesting. Though I do wonder if the name Deathstroke could be applied to...other things." She looked down at his hand for clarification, which had made it's way inside her bikini bottom.<br/><br/>Frost couldn't say she minded his upfront manner, it was a refreshing demeanor change from the silly little boys who thought they could handle her. They liked to play head games, and she had grown tired of throwing them away after she rendered them speechless, and cumless. She needed somebody to match her blow for blow in bed, and she had a feeling Slade would be able to. He'd yet to disappoint her. When he asked for her hand, she was tempted to read what he had in mind, but staying true to her "surprises are a good thing on the island" mantra, she held it out after minimal hesitation.