Gwen laughed, partially in disbelief. "You would turn up at the club every night to rock salt the entrances?" There was a brief pause before she came to one conclusion. "You'd better tip. Good money too. And pay for some private dances with me, to make sure I get the cash."
There was just a bit of her disappointed that he was turning down the lapdance. Though god knew why, it wasn't like she wanted to give him a proper lapdance, with the latex and everything.
Right?
"The Employment laws suck," she stated with a smirk before reaching out with her gloved hand to brush some hair back from his face, pretending to eye him critically. "And you may be better looking than the pervs. Maybe."