While a great number of Astarotte's admirers had fallen to her enchantment, not all of them had. Some, entranced by her raw, unabashed carnality, are still quite charmed by the succubus. One of them, though, caught the crowd turning against her, far more inexplicable to his mind than their prior accolades had been. Despite his brutish appearance, the minotaur's wits turn out to be quite nimble, and his low, deep voice rings out behind Astarotte.<br/><br/>"Barkeep! A round of drinks for the bar!"<br/><br/>While perhaps not enough to dissipate the animosity Astarotte has aroused, it's enough to divert their attention away, for the moment. It doesn't hurt that it gains the formidable creature the goodwill of a few other bar patrons, even if the price of a round of drinks for the whole bar will probably cost him more than the high platinum bid on Astarotte's skirt.<br/><br/><br/>Despite the distrust evident in the scholar's eyes, Astarotte's raw charisma is enough to give him pause as she strips, acquiescing to his suggestion, and he finds it more and more challenging to remember just why he had been cross with this beautiful creature. Even the tana'ri's not inconsiderable charms aren't quite enough to make him wholeheartedly forget about the incident... but they don't need to be. They just need to be enough that he's tempted, despite his reservations... and what could be more tempting than a succubus?<br/><br/>"I..."<br/><br/>His body - specifically his hands - appears to be far more decisive on the matter than the bespectacled young man himself is, already reaching out, his eyes wide as saucers as he notices the piercings. His fingertips brush lightly against the alluring peaks of her nipplesbefore moving to cup her incredible breasts with the palms of his hands. "Yes," he breathes. It's not entirely clear whether that's an answer to her first question, her second question, or if he even has any idea anymore what he's saying yes to.<br/><br/><br/>At the bar, Mitchifer is anything but intimidated by Kallian's body language, but at her words, an expression so dour it wouldn't have looked out of place on a dwarf crosses his features. The greedy kitsune is well and truly busted. "Just don't break the rules. No maiming, no killing," he answers, scowling as he mixes one of the drinks for the round. "How would you like her brought to you?"