She raised one perfectly plucked brow, amused at the kiss. "And I am all too sure that the pleasure will be entirely mine," she replied, the smile never wavering.
"Oh, I like you already; you know how to play back!" Elisabeth blew air out of her nose, her laugh short. She nodded and started to mix something up for him, her eyes moving from the alcohol to him and again. "So, Mister Anders, where is you're from?"
At times, the telepathy worked hand and hand with her job, because she could asses how much the customer was willing to fork over, their preferred type of drink (and woman, or lack there of), and just far she could go. She had yet to look into Sam's head, though, saving it...but all in good time.