Susan snorted and gave him a look. "High standards are perfectly acceptable. Sleeping with Olympia Blacken-White is not," she teased, a mocking look in her eyes. "Why thank you kind sir, always nice to be aesthetically appreciated by someone such as yourself."
She leant back and looked him up and down slowly, before shrugging. If he wanted the game, she'd play. "Well you have the whole rugged good look things, and the ten foot stares that promise all sorts of interesting and surprisingly flexible positions to anyone who approaches," she said, pausing to take a bite of her food. "Plus the hands, love a man with big hands." She smirked as he rather openly entered her personal space. "Is there'd something you'd like?"