Halfway through scanning the brief upside-down, Asuma paused and met deep brown eyes filled with wry amusement. Oh, come on, he thought, now she was just making it easy. "With the right inspiration." Teeth flashed in a lazy smile.

The kunoichi's fine-cut eyebrows arched higher, sliced across by dark strands of black hair. Damn, but she was a looker...

Asuma dragged his attention back by the scruff of its neck. If she was on board with the mission--and it sure sounded like she was--then he had all the time in the world to make a good impression. And that was better done without falling at her feet in the first five minutes.

"So--a little haggling, a few heads on sticks... Told you I had something interesting." He leaned his weight back, standing hipshot, and tipped his head. "How about it, sweetheart? You in?"