Tilting her head, she bit her lip at his explanation. She nodded in agreement, "Oui. I like it when a man is, uhm how you say, aggressive. Zo, I 'ave no doubt that you'd be..." Leaning into his hear, she lowered her voice, "Très qualifiés." She titled her head and smirked again, sliding her finger around the rim of her glass as her hair cascaded down her shoulder.
Nonchalantly, she moved the leg that was closest to Roger and swung it over his lap before scooting close enough to him that her breasts were ridiculously close to his arm. "My favorite would have to be anyzing that 'as me on my knees, zo I'm not picky. As long as you can be making me scream."
The waitress brought them yet another round of tequila shots. This time, instead of putting the salt on her own wrist, she took Roger's hand and balled it into a fist. Pulling out his index finger, she brought it up to her lips and licked it before pouring some salt over it. Slowly, she brought his finger to her lips and pushed it all the way into her mouth, sucking it clean of the salt before taking another shot and sucking on the lime. "I'll take a dare next, darling."