Buzdrem drank down his beer and mentally prepared himself for what was to follow. Despite her obvious good looks and her sharp wit he knew her game, which really was a shame. A younger Buzdrem may have played. But the experienced Buzdrem didn't have time for games and thought that the young seductress may be of use to him yet. He noticed, despite acting very badly to look drunk, that Ashana seemed slightly on edge. Perhaps it was the man with the black powder weapon because she seemed mistrusting of him. Buzdrem shared her feeling of anxiety around what he thought was a Yazarian bounty hunter an so decided now was the time.
[color=gold]"M'lady Ashana,"[/color] he said politely as he gently took her soft hand in his rough leathery hand.
[color=gold]"Would you care to join my upstairs in my room?"[/color] he asked trying to feign a smile. He was honest to a fault but hoped that Ashana mistook this for him being drunk.