She was surprised when his gaze met hers and held it.  It was then that she realized she was tracking him like she would...when she tracked her suspect through the night.  When he smiled, Liliana stilled her gently drumming fingertips, amazed that he would smile at her.  She was not the only one who noticed him and she had watched him go through one drink already while rejecting advances with ease.  The man was very good at being able to convey his disinterest with poise and efficiency.  There was little room for question when he turned down the women that approached.  She had seen lavish looking men come into McKellen's to pick up a quick, educated fling but they were not very picky in their choice.  Usually the first couple of women to approach them would do.  This man, though, seemed to be taking his leisure time.  Perhaps he was here for the atmosphere?<br/><br/>The corner of her lips lifted in a small smile, acknowledging his attention.  She kept his steady eye contact, but her look softened, not so penetrating. She had seen him turn down a very beautiful woman just before, so she did not hold up any hopes that he was interested in her.  She finished her whiskey cocktail, seeing the sun had retreated through the frosted windows.  The alcohol was already working quickly through her system and the new night brought a surge of motivation and anticipation.  She needed to stretch her limbs and get her blood racing before she ran out of time.  Time, it was always about time, for her.  There was never enough to do everything she wanted.<br/><br/>