Re: in-person: bruce & selina
[She looked down at the pearls, visible beneath the edge of the sedate blanket, and she reached up a hand, graceful turn of her wrist as she lifted them and slid them between long, long fingers.] They look good on me. Don't you agree, Mr. Wayne? [Asked softly, as she let them fall back against her skin. Oh, she knew who the pearls belonged to; it was the reason she never actually tried to keep them. They were flawless, perfect length and the best quality she'd seen in all her little heists around Gotham. But she always returned them.
And she watched him as he crossed, her mossy gaze unfocused but appreciative. She did like watching him enter a room. Even when she hated the playboy billionaire he pretended to be, she liked watching him move. He strode like someone who knew their own mind, and that was very attractive.
She reached out a hand, leaning forward and baring a length of bare arm that would still require him to come close enough for her to touch without standing.] You have something for me?