Eliza makes her teasing slow and methodical.  She peppers their conversation with naught but a few double-ententes at first.  She enjoys his slight discomfort, but and keeps pushing until she sees him finally latch onto her expertly placed hooks.<br/><br/>"We at House Dorcha are known for our parties," She drops casually between courses. "We're less known though for our<em>after</em>parties."  She put on air of disappointment as she added, "I suppose people just find their tongues tied whenever they remember our evenings together."<br/><br/>She poured another glass for herself and the Gull, making sure he is never wanting for a drop of alcohol as she pretended to talk business, "You know, Gull, a little bird told me that there's a factory on your planet that isn't being put to any great use.  Have you ever thought of dedicating it to the production of L4J-OP parts?  We've found ourself with a great need of the components, and I think we could come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement if we put our heads together, don't you think?"