The exchange, and the gil, was scrutinized, though Zhi kept her expression amused and flippant. The sailors paid no mind to her; she was Nero's chattel and not even worth the time it took to properly insult. She didn't mind. Most of her attention was also taken up by that selfsame man. He was putting on a show for her, whether or not he meant to do so.
She took her drink from him, but rather than sit on the chair she spun it around and hopped up onto the table. She propped her feet up on the chair's back, and showed him the widest grin she could manage without looking like a complete loony. It bared her fangs.
"Th'one an' only." She took a sip, not taking her eyes from him. "Somethin' I can do fer yerself, dovey?" The second grin, once she'd pulled free from her drink, was a sight uglier than the last.
She took her drink from him, but rather than sit on the chair she spun it around and hopped up onto the table. She propped her feet up on the chair's back, and showed him the widest grin she could manage without looking like a complete loony. It bared her fangs.
"Th'one an' only." She took a sip, not taking her eyes from him. "Somethin' I can do fer yerself, dovey?" The second grin, once she'd pulled free from her drink, was a sight uglier than the last.
