Drake looked at the two men with a bit of disdain. He felt they didn't get the message at all, and were either to drunk or stupid to understand what had just happened. At least the damn bar wench was back with his order. He took the pack of cigarillos first. Opening it up, he took one out putting it in his mouth and put the rest into his pocket. With a finger he reached up and lit his smoke, puffing the room with thick tobacco smoke. At this point Lisa was just standing there wondering if he was going to answer her or not.<br/><br/>With his left hand he reached up and took the smoke out of his mouth before taking a sip of his drink. It was very sour just how he liked it. He could feel the lemon acid and whiskey slide down his gull. "Hmm... very nice." He said looking at her. It was a little ambiguous whether he meant the drinks or those cow udders Lisa was sporting. "Now be a good little slut.<em>Get on your knees, and suck my cock.</em>" The way he said it sounded odd. It that it should as they were powerful magics behind his words, seeping into Lisa's brain making his suggestion sound like the bestest idea in the world at the moment.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spark to light his smoke, and poor Lisa is going to need to make a DC 19 will save to not fall prey to that suggestion spell.</div></div>