She hadn't caught site of him until he raised the drink to his lips. So, he was a drinker? She could get along with a drinker. A grin snaked across her face in the process. She let her gaze follow him until he reached the bar. Her head turned towards him briefly before seeming bored with him and looking away. And then he spoke. There we go, this was the game of cat and mouse that she had been looking for. She turned her gaze to him again, the grin still on her lips. "All the time... Although I can't seem to recall your face. What brings you here?" And though he had used the oldest line in the book, he had spoken to her. Her voice was as smooth as chocolate, and had something of a seductive twinge.

She felt a tad displeased. He wasn't standing close enough to her. For the first time, she felt like the moth to the flame. But she was so certain in this case that she wouldn't get burned. She let another grin sneak across her face as she spoke. "You know, I won't bite you, mystery man..." It was an amused tone she wore now. One that she usually used to draw them in. But for some reason, he seemed ridiculously immune to all of her charm.