It looked as though James would be taking part. Brea could not honestly say she was sorry. She put on a winsome smile and placed her palms on the table, arching her back subtly as she bent slightly at the waist, her cleavage straining deliciously at the confines of the bodice.<br/><br/>"I just... like to see what guards at work are like. You boys protect our fair city, keep everyone safe. Sometimes I don't think people appreciate you enough." She responded to the scarred one, honey in her tones. Lightly, she placed a hand on the back of his neck and kneaded gently. An open invitation was in her eyes.<br/><br/>She hoped she had not been too brisk and businesslike with James earlier, that this sudden change was hard to swallow. A good act depended largely on consistency.