"Caprice, as you know... Why don´t you have a seat and just tell me what it is you need help with and I´ll see what I could do about it. A drink?"<br/><br/>A mildly firm handshake from her side and a gesture towards the sofa while Caprice stepped up to the bar cabinet with a raised eyebrow accenturated her words fully. Though her appearance was quite trendy Caprice could have been taken out of a Marlowe movie, her manners deliberatly lazy to put her guest at ease.