Erato looked at him, open-mouthed, and felt like with the slightest suggestion, she could convince Much to close the bar early and have his way with her now. If she was that sort of girl, of course. But Erato was not pure, unbridled lust- no, she was the embodiment of the romance and the passion that lead up to such trysts. She could wait, even if Much appeared to be almost steaming with desire. Gently she took her hand back, and lifted her cold glass to rest against her cheek.
"Phew, Much," she said, teasing him a little. "How are you going to focus on your job if you keep up that kind of behaviour?" She was interested though, and the anticipation was almost as thrilling as the act itself. Maybe she should sit in a booth, a bit further away, or poor Much was going to be knocking on wood at the bar all night.