<em>"Hrm. Interesting. I am called Charirgix. Not my actual name, but you understand."<br/><br/>He smiles again, but now there's something... more uncertain, more hidden, more reserved than at first. And, though he tries to hide it, he can no more hide it than she has- he knows she's lying, and now she knows that he knows she's lying... but will she be able to conceal that she knows that he knows? And will she be able to weave other lies enough to cover herself... or, perhaps, distract him in some other manner?<br/><br/>"So, tell me, what kind of... marks are you particularly interested in aquiring for the... enterprise? Male? Female? Mortal? More than mortal? Less than mortal? And what are you interested in acquiring for yourself that your own not inconsiderable charms could not garner you? And, for that matter, have you any unique skills you might bring to our little club?"<br/><br/>Artemis seems to be eyeing Charirgix, sizing him up as an opponent for a long moment, but, then, his gaze sweeps to another, and it's clear to see that he's doing that to most everyone in the room-- probably already did to Morrigan by this point. For his part, Jarlaxle has his eyes roaming across the pliant, lovely flesh of the ladies-- both patron and server-- of the establishment, his eyes just as exacting as he likely picks out his target for his evening entertainment.<br/><br/>The girl held by the vampire seems, for her part, to be unwilling to be bitten, but there's something more there, something she can't outright read or understand... but her struggles, while token, seem almost afraid to hurt the vampire, as if he might be someone she cares for, and, in return, his own motions with her, the succubus realizes, are much gentler than most vampires with their prey...<br/><br/>The other patrons, however, compared to these, hardly seem to be of any terribly great interest. However, she is able to discern one thing. A magic has been cast through the room to prevent any conversations from being overheard that aren't meant to be overheard, for, however her ears strain, she can't catch more than the emotions and a few indistinct words from even the closest tables, when normally she'd be able to distinguish much more.</em><br/><br/>OOC: Okay, here you can counter-Bluff. If you succeed, he'll believe what you say next, and won't think you know. If you beat his next Sense Motive check by 10 or more, he'll pass off his previous suspicions as him being paranoid. If you fail, then he knows you know he knows, and won't believe any lies you tell.