Jordan watched her, she seemed to be thinking over some things. Probably why he wanted her to sit instead of gyrate over him. At least that was what he was figuring. Doc knew he was an odd apple. Plus he was prettier than any customer in the club. He had eyes, he saw how the girls reacted to him. That didn't matter, not to Jordan. He knew he could get a piece of ass, and he had his looks and skills to barter with.

Chuckling he shook his head. "Well, I guess I won't get anything free then. I've been known not to be nice." He waved a hand at her and lifted a shoulder, "Besides, I'm not one to pay for sex if I want it. I usually get it freely if I offer." He licked his lips, looking her over. This close he could tell that she was on a little something. Again, not surprising.

"Go ahead." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter, laying it on the table for her if she needed it. Jordan glanced up at the stage, when he looked back at her he smirked as she seemed intent on his ring. "Duke University owned my soul for seven long years. I have a tendency to miss the parties every now and then." He lifted a shoulder, making a small face. Running his hand through his hair he sighed, "Suppose I should get down to business, hmm?"

Putting out his cigarette he leaned up on the table. Folding his arms on the wood as he looked at her. "It was an interesting song that you danced to. I was mainly wondering why you picked it. It's a bit abnormal to strip to, don't you think?" He raised a brow at her, a small smirk toying with the corners of his lips.