One of the things she loved the most about her work were the looks. The looks men gave her as their eyes roamed over her body, drinking in the sight of her. And this man currently sitting before her was no different from all the rest in that regard.
His answer didn't surprise her in the least. It had almost been expected, really, with the way he'd looked at her, but she liked to ask anyway.
"In that case," she started, crooking a finger as an indication that she wanted him to follow even as she took a step back, "I think that we should go get ourselves a little privacy."
That said, she took another step away from him and then turned to head towards the wall where all the private booths could be found, intending to claim one for just the two of them. She knew, expected even, that he would follow because there was no way that he wouldn't.