Mina's playful smirk grew as he began touching her and she knew more than a few people at the bar were gasping in shock. No one ever touched her at the bar, and those who usually tried got a boot up their ass. Literally. But the fact of the matter was she was enjoying his attention so instead she leaned in further, moving her leg slightly to slide her thigh between his legs. Kane would have a fit if he saw her openly flirting with the MotC.
Her attention strayed to the stage and she raised an eyebrow. "Your vamps are making a scene in my bar." Technically of course the bar was owned by Leighton, but Mina and the other wolves were all protective of this bar and took pride in taking care of it. "I kick people out for less." They didn't take sides in disputes and wouldn't want to be seen as supporting the vamps over the leopards. "Keep your people from harassing the staff or I'll drag you out of here myself," she warned, her voice dropping seductively making it seem as if being drug out of the bar might be a rather enjoyable experience for him. She didn't care that she was openly threatening the Master of the City. After all she did leave his dead messenger of peace at his feet.
Close enough now that their bodies grazed against one another, she smirked at him again. "Wouldn't dinner be me eating and you staring at me? It seems a little one-sided. Unless you were planning to make me your dinner?" Leaning her arm on the bar her pale eyes teased him, taunted him. "I'm no one's Happy Meal. I'm not good for your digestive system."