Ionna's cheeks heated, surprised at what an effect the big man had on her.  His innuendos should have struck her as pedestrian, but her excitement at their translation made them more than forgivable.<br/>One hot litle hand settled on the swashbucklers hip as her lips hovered near his, smoky green eyes dancing, "A girl might do a good many things, for a man who had the right rod to offer."  She leaned close 'til her breath touched his ear, "How many bottles and when?  If they all disappear, more than just Fishguts will be noticing."