She chuckled, her lips moving so close they could almost touch Trish, her breast the same, so close, so tantalizingly close... yet all she was privy to was the woman sitting atop her lap.  Like it or not, this woman clearly knew what she was doing...<br/><br/>"Oh, I promise that the schnapps<em>pales</em>in comparison to my scent, I know that for a fact..." she whispered, holding up her wine before her as she leaned back a bit, and took a sip... the bottom of the glass forcing Trish to raise her chin in the process, forcing the athlete's gaze into the elf's mischief-laden eyes... "And new routes, you say?  Mmm... perhaps I can help you... how...<em>sweaty</em>do you like to get?  And how many<em>laps</em>do you want to do in one<em>session</em>?  I know some<em>very</em>long routes that can get you nice and<em>hot</em>, and that you'll want to run<em>over and over</em>..."