She could certainly respect the fact that he didn't beat around the bush or try and obscure his motives by sugarcoating his approach. Lifting the wine glass, her fingers curling delicately under the base of it as she swirled the liquid inside with the delicateness of someone who had years of experience in such actions, Angela looked across the table at him, her gaze evaluating as she tried to take in any signs, any clues that might give away exactly why this offer was being made. She could not deny that her interest was certainly peaked, but in situations like this, it was rare, neigh on impossible, to get such an offer without the other individual wanting something in return. And she doubted that this was in any way different.
"Slow and imprecise," Angela extended his second to last statement as she took a brief sip of the wine. Not to say that she had used in on them in such a capacity no matter how tempting it would be if she could actually assure that it would work and that no negative repercussions would come from it. That was always problem, wasn't it? The negative repercussions.