"You know, most men wouldn't admit to such a thing." She says with a smirk.  She liked the fact that he held no qualms over doing so. "But thank you ever so much for the complement." She says; pulling a single knee up to her chest as she catches him staring at her legs.  The dress pooling against her in just the right ways.<br/><br/>As fun as all the teasing was, he was quick to bring her attention back to the issue at hand.  God.  Arnold.  Now she remembered him.  He'd been so...eager.  So ambitious.  Odd for an American politician but...but she'd liked him because of it.  She hated herself a little bit for having forgotten him so easily, but it had been so long ago... Knowing that Maze died was even worse. She remembered that when she'd first met the man he'd shown off pictures to her of his newborn baby girl.  That had been years ago.  Because he'd been her handler; his wife and child were without a husband or father.  The rest of them...the rest she didn't know.  But apparently, in an off handed way, she did.<br/><br/>She was grateful for when Percey went off to the closet to find her shoes, it gave her time to get her bearings together.  Quickly pushing her head into her hands; she gives herself a moment of stress before quickly pulling herself back up, showing no signs of the three second weakness she had displayed while Percey's back was turned.<br/><br/>Lifting the shoes he had tossed to the bed, a slow smile begins to spread across her features.  He was good. Very good.  It was a good thing that she had seen the half naked woman walk out earlier, or Dahlia would have been questioning the mans sexuality.  Straight men shouldn't be able to pick out such splendid shoes.<br/><br/>Slipping them on, she nods in approval; eyes sharpening as he tosses the invetations on the bed.  Flipping through them, the young brunette licks her lips. "I don't suppose you'll try and stop me from finding out whose working with him?" she asks softly. She wanted to kill the man; but she had to be smart about this.<br/><br/>"Why Mr. Percey," she says, eyes shining with her own good humor, "for picking out shoes like these? I'd have sex with you at the dinner table."