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"I disagree." She watches him relax, even if just a little. She wonders for a moment if he actually knows the word because the part that matters doesn't relax- his eyes. She never looks at the in particular but notes them none the less. She's learned to read people well enough, the eyes are always telling.

"You can be more adventurous with what will never come because you think it never will. It tells you a persons options as they see them. I now know you see both and nothing as an option, we could keep on the subject and see what else you see but I think it's been enough serious talk for the moment. We've only just met after all." Her smile is surprisingly gentle, likely because she has gotten a taste of what she wanted. Curiosity exists now and he will be hard pressed to be rid of her.

"So what's your favorite color?" if it does not lull him into relaxing because the talk is not as deep then it will hopefully catch him off guard, either way she looks forward to seeing how she gets to him tonight. She reaches with her free hand for the other drink, sipping at it slowly, this time she enjoys the burn. She hasn't had enough to feel it yet but she will.

FERNANDO SILPH

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What starts as a small chuckle quickly becomes a full on giggle. She sees what he did there, playing at the color of her eyes. She's already a giggler, the alcohol makes it worse. She reigns herself in before it can get too bad. It really shouldn't be so funny but he isn't the first to respond that way. Was he trying to be flirty now? She offends him- or at least finds a subject he does not like and that's the tide he turns to?

Interesting indeed.

She sips at her drink. "Your turn now." She doesn't look away, sipping again. The amusement shows in her eyes, her smile pulling at the corners. It's simply such a ridiculous turn from just moments ago. What else did he expect?

FERNANDO SILPH

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His question stifles her giggles but not in the manner he was likely to expect. The smile on her face changes tune quickly and she feigns contemplation. Finger tapping lip, thoughtful look in her eyes before she moves up from the table, walking out into the room for just a moment. It is mostly to hide the grin she has thinking of what she could offer- and how much she'll be keeping to herself.

She turns back to where he sits. "You get what you give." how many times had she said that phrase? How many more times would it pass by her lips? She did not know but she knew the words well. You get what you give. She wonders if he's willing to play the game to earn what she has to offer, unlike many she knows her worth and will not undersell herself to him.

FERNANDO SILPH

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She chuffs at him. "On the contrary, I didn't sign up I answered a call. I'm here as an assistant and nothing more. Now that may be field work, office work or PR or social circle aid, whatever you need assistance in." she grinned. Even if this was turning into a play of semantics it was still plenty amusing. "At least without you negotiating more out of me- and it will be a negotiation for more than rudimentary, mandatory work Mr. Silph. I don't do anything I'm really good at for nothing."

Perhaps it was time to curb her tongue? Most would but the woman is not like most, she accepts the look in his gaze and sees a challenger rather than a threat. It is all a game to her after all, everything is. That's how she was taught and that's how she lives, seeking challenges and victories not half baked success. She wonders though, now that the idea is on the table will he play a game with her or will he chicken out like most all do? She imagines she will know by the end of the night, if not sooner.

The look on her face is blank beyond the bemused smile.

FERNANDO SILPH

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Isra shrugged. "It would seem we have different definitions for such things. So be it." this was a conversation moments away from a revolving door and while Isra had enough drink in her to be happy and giddy and a pit extra talkative that was about it. She had no interest in the revolving door, not drunk enough to forget the last thing she said yet. Of course she expected he'd have a retort, or maybe not. She'd likely ignore it regardless.

"Now what you're asking for is relative, subjective, contextual at best. Even some of the most idiotic and worst taught individuals in the world have moments and contexts under which they are the most competent person in the room." she paced as she looked for the words for what she wanted to say. She knew them certainly but to have them in the right order was sometimes a different story and besides, it offered a great distraction from the hand that tried to reach for her outer thigh to rub it. A thinking habit she kept the rest of the world from knowing, redirecting her gesture to look like she was adjusting a part of her dress before she could do it and clasping her hands in front of her. Let the pacing speaking to her thinking and not her hands. "I suppose I stand by what I said. You get what you give. Be a competent leader and you'll have a competent assistant. I'm not your mother, I'm not hear to wipe your ass just because the word ass is in my job title."

She silently scolded herself for being so blunt so soon. Normally she held off awhile before letting people deal with that part of herself. It was probably that touch of drink still in her veins, keeping her from picking and choosing her words so perfectly. That or she'd simply decided to throw pleasantries to the wayside by now. Either or.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"I never said it was acceptable. Useful though? It can always have its uses." as bait. decoys. distractions. scapegoats. if nothing else of course, she wouldn't say it out loud though. Most of the world would not agree with her but that was fine. She was a firm believer that if you were not useful the right way you were weak and would have to be useful in others. Perhaps it was the small part where she took after her father. He'd always been a ruthless man.

She stopped mid step to look at him with amusement in her eyes again. "I won't." she wasn't just confident as she went back to pacing, she was certain. She accepted challenges with stride and had no qualms with doing what she must. He'd learn that with time. Even if she had little in her repertiore to work with she'd take what she had an make impossible possible. So she believed. But believing was half the battle, or so people say. "What sort of specialization does one need out of an assistant anyway?" it was partly to him and partly to herself. She didn't really care either way. He had no hopes of breaking her.

FERNANDO SILPH