The purple-haired girl took the hand and shook it, smiling casually. "Anastasia...Anastasia Alexandrova."<br/><br/>Unseen to Anastasia, Montresor started smiking a little at this. He knew that Jillian only went with the ladies, and he could tell just from the way that she was handling herself that she had the hots for this friend of his. He wondered just how successful she would be, and how that would effect him.