Oh, ho-- [ she let out a clipped, amused laugh, her expression equal parts ticked and flattered. lifting her drink to her lips, she can't stop the pleased curved of her lips. the man knew how to stroke a woman's ego and she wasn't about to stop him.

there'd been a time her confidence was so low she wouldn't have been able to handle something like that being said to her. but since turning into a vampire, since being here in this place where people readily accepted her for being that, her confidence had made more than a few strides. ]

I'm glad you think so. [ she lets her glass settle on the bar as she looks at him, leaning in ever-so-slightly.] I have a feeling you can probably do the same. You're naturally charming. It's a little arresting. [ there's something impossibly charming about him that goes beyond his rouge-ish, rugged good looks (not that those hurt him). ]

But okay, so if you weren't a bartender but you were a bar regular with a flexible-ish schedule... what did you do?