Chuckling into her waine, Lavender set it down and studied her dining companion for a moment, "Is that so Zach-ar-i-as?" She drew his name out, all but purring the last few syllable. She rarely called him by his first name. But when she did - well, the last time she did - very little sleep was had that evening.
"Perhaps I am even wearing some of it. And perhaps I will let you take it off of me. Later." Her lips curled into a smile, a very knowing smile as she picked up her wine glass, "But in your bedroom. I am not one of your escorts."