She stared at him, her usually lazy half-closed hazel eyes wide and round for him in as charming as she could muster. Occasionally, as he spoke, Viloet would kick her legs in boredom or flash a polite smile at him.<br/><br/>'Professionalism.' She thought pleasantly. Experienced?<br/><br/>"With maidwork, you mean!" She immediately confirmed, apparently in an effort to convince herself of his meaning, "Oh. Uh... Yeah! I mean, a little. I've washed clothes before, made a bed or two. I'm pretty cleanly, ya know."<br/><br/>'Smooth, Vilo. Why don't you tell him you're just about useless. Wait. Remember. Don't settle with paying for board! Go on the offensive! Distract him!'<br/><br/>"So, Terrance..." The halfling began, crossing her legs as she took a tiny sip from her cup, "You said the room and board could be waived for a higher rate. Suppose I worked longer hours... or did some sort of special duties for you."<br/><br/>Viloet uncrossed her legs and set down her cup on the table, leaning over to do so. She remained in that position, closer to him now as she spoke, "Do you think we could... negotiate over a contract or something? I kind of need the money. I'm..."<br/><br/>"I'm desperate." She said, pouting at him innocently with her big round eyes.