Yolanda's practiced smile slipped, almost turning to a scowl at the man's antics. She was never much of a fan of what he was selling. Getting the distinct feeling that it would be unnecessary, she placed the pen to the side ans laced her fingers together.

The smile returned as her composure reformed and she looked the man in the eyes. "No, sir. I am not spoken for. However, I can direct you to an establishment that may cater to your needs. Perhaps the business down on third? There are some truly lovely ladies there, I hear. Inexpensive, too."

Yolanda's tone of voice was professional and polite, though a quirk of her eyebrow gave indication to her true feelings towards the man.