Drea did prefer a man with muscle, especially young men. She drank from the glass he just refilled.

"Of course, it can wait..." she said putting the glass down as she slid over to the mercenary without hesitating to graze over his chest and arms with her hands before she met his lips with hers and then some.

She whispered into his ears, "my apartment is upstairs, and you're invited to join me to continue drinking and discussing [i]business[/i] in private..." She let his face go as she backed away. "Follow me."