"Oh, I can say that my intent is not just flattery." Sharee responded. Her suggestive tone implied one thing, but her real meaning was far more manipulative. Noelle's words were like honey. They were convincing, and she wanted to believe them, but Sharee was a far more stubborn and willful individual than most. She had been attracted to plenty of people over the years. They were always male, but Noelle was a stretch enough that she could have accepted it, but this time, she was feeling a level of trust that was completely unlike her. She was not completely certain yet, but her suspicions had been cemented. 

"For something like this...my duties can wait." Sharee commented as she started to walk towards the door, still maintaining a suggestive demeanor. "You know, I can't quite tell you why I feel that way about you, it's just..." She said in a cheery and upbeat voice before suddenly slamming the door surprisingly harshly. Turning her head back, she looked at Noelle with a far more serious, almost angered glare. "...I don't [i]think[/i] it was the ale." She said, her voice losing any semblance of its former suggestive tone.