Tanek & Clara
Tanek looked her straight in her eyes, as if he was trying to read the very recesses of her soul. Or, an alternative hypothesis: as if his eyes were having a bit of a problem focusing on what was right in front of him. He then grinned, apparently amused by her answer: "Mmmaybe. What do you do?"
He then looked her over, drawing backwards before stepping in again, apparently comfortable with touching her. In fact, if Clara did not look out, she would be drawn into a sweaty hug. "You don't have a drink?" he noted quizzically. "You need a drink? What do you want?"