Gaia still carried herself like an upper class Roman woman would. Though she was certain no matter how long she remained in this place, she would retain that aspect of herself. It had been bred into her, and she did sometimes look down on those that were below her. However, Gaia well knew Moriarty had the power over her in this case, and she would treat him with the respect that went with that. Though she had to give him credit for allowing her to draw her own line in regards to what she wouldn't do for him. That was a bit unexpected, but she was glad he seemed to understand that. Then again, men like him didn't get to where they were by forcing everyone to do things they wouldn't do. Things tended to go more smoothly when you knew the strong points and such of the people working for you.
When he said he might have a use for seduction, Gaia smirked a bit. She did love playing that game. Though while she would happily use poison, Gaia would need to be provided the poison. She was no alchemist and couldn't make her own. But she had a feeling Moriarty would equip her if he wished her to use it. Seeing the way he looked over her, Gaia knew it was more of an inspection than it was anything else. Something she should expect. He wanted to know how good she was, needed to know she was a good investment. And oh she'd show him. Her eyes drifted to the line of cocaine he laid out on the table again. A second hit all ready, and she was all ready feeling that high kicking in. The sense of euphoria was the first to come. Glancing back at him with her deep brown eyes, she gave him a suggestive smirk. "I do like an audience, I must confess."
And the promise of a house with Roman decorations and even Roman baths was far too tantalizing for her to turn down. "It sounds very fair." Which it really was. She had no money of her own with which to buy the things for herself, and with her still learning English, she couldn't very well get a job. And with her Roman sensibilities, she didn't exactly have the right temperament to work a normal job. Feeling the hand against the back of her neck, she couldn't suppress a slight shiver. It was a slightly weak spot for her, even without love or lust being in the gesture itself. And of course unable to resist the powder on the table, she leaned over and snorted that line as well, closing her eyes. This was going to be quite the potent high.
After a couple moments she opened her eyes and looked at Moriarty, shifting to face him a bit more. "You are a man that is in control, and likes being admired." Gaia slid her gaze over him. No doubt he liked attention, otherwise he wouldn't dress the way he did. He was well put together in appearance, just as Gaia was, and that usually spoke to the fact that someone liked to be admired, to be paid attention to. Oh Gaia was good at reading people, good at seducing them once she found what made them tick.