Appointed Day & Time

[Zephyr]

A smile never left her lips even after the small confession that seemed to be nonchalantly given and almost regretted? But he didn't elaborate. Zef would need to do a little digging but that was for later. She picked up the offered glass and sipped it with the pomp of the rich Jaxen was used to. Vodka was a russian thing. Dealing with them meant you drank their vodka like them. Monsters don't care what you eat or drink only that you die -- people were different. This was a totally new experience for Zef. Not only pressing all the right buttons to get what she wanted, but fighting in a new way. Monsters don't care how sexy you look. At least not the ugly ones. Monsters like Jaxen though -- they fucking cared and she was good at her job. Being a woman gave her a few more advantages over a man in that game. It wouldn't be hard to put a bullet through Jaxen's brain. Not that she wanted to. She was growing rather fond of the godling -- too bad he wasn't easily controlled.

"Why Jaxen, it sounds very much like you might be a damsel in distress far too often." She said it with a bright playful smile as she swirled the glass in her hand and stood in front of the handsome man who had far too many clothes on. "You want to ruin all my fun." Zef pouted for effect but the seductive smile returned. "The access would be nice. The other company not so much. But I'm patient, I can wait my turn." Zef smirked. "Does your sword need a little attention? I'm patient, remember." She nodded towards the decor he'd placed back down but her free hand trailed down the front of Jaxen's pants and she grabbed her intended target with a strong playful squeeze.