Re: At the Bar
"Susanna's unavailable," Saint purred without missing a beat, though she put the proper husk of apology in her tone. She was sorry, so truly sorry for his inconvenience, but that was alright. It would all be fine in the end because whatever need this man had, Saint was pretty confident she could take care of it.
When Robert clarified that he wanted human blood, Saint tilted her head, that tumble of blonde sent over one shoulder and a delicate, fawn-like little shrug as if to say Oh well. He was making a grave mistake if he passed up the heady elixir that ran in her enchanted veins, but then again, he knew nothing about her. He wasn't aware what she was.
"If you're hellbent on it being human--- pardon my colloquialism," she murmured, those plush lips only for Robert, her wanton green eyes as cunning as a fox approaching a henhouse, "then I'm afraid you will have to cross me off the roster."
She looked away, demure, as though embarrassed about her condition, but then she turned to gaze back at him and those green eyes were sharp, alert, elegantly intelligent. He had assessed her right when he'd noted that deviance there, the possibility for threat. But the face was so innocent, angelic. She looked like she could bring a world of pleasure or a universe of pain, depending on your particular poison of taste.
Her tongue touched her teeth, that shy little gesture. If he was his brother, he would've taken the bait, but she could read this one like an open book. He wanted modesty, discretion, a woman who would be a lady.
Saint shifted her body language subtly, adapting as adeptly as a chameleon to this idea. All at once her posture was more elegant, her back straight, those impossible gamine legs cocked slightly to emphasize the perfect muscle tone of sleek white calves, and she gazed at him directly. Not dominant, not trying to fight him for power, but simply full of truth. She liked making him a bit squirmy.
"Although I can tell you this, sir… You wouldn't need a full pint if mine was what you were tasting," the fae murmured, holding Rob's eyes with her own steadily. The sir said with respect, even a hint of submissiveness without actually showing her belly. Giving tribute to his obvious power and wealth, even if it was all for show.