Once again, she trails her eyes over his body, taking in all that pale skin where he wasn't inked and lean though muscular torso. She felt a stirring within her centre and her interest in seeing this one in her bed became more pronounced, though chase him she never would. Sloan had been verbally plain regarding her attraction, the rest was up to him to arrange, or to not. Flirtation however, was just part of the ongoing banter.
She'd come across many in her single day at the circus, those of the light, dark and caught somewhere in between like this beauty before her. She didn't think any of them were wholly one way or the other. To her way of thinking, the need to feed to survive didn't make you bad. It was the law of the jungle. Those of her ilk were simply higher on the food chain, even if most didn't really believe they existed.
She downed her own drink and poured another, keeping pace with her guest. She grinned at him, the expression changing her demeanour from aloof outsider, to cheeky conspirator. "You think me a fool? You're not naturally malleable in the slightest. Oh, you may play at such things, going along with the majority, but only if it serves your own interest. You may even chose to be the submissive in bed from time to time, but only because you'd enjoy it. It has nothing to do with actually being dominated, methinks. In truth, I believe you're as stubborn as they come. It would be easier to move an actual mountain, than to get you to change your mind once it's been set."