[ Clay knows it’s evasive. He’s very aware, in the back of his mind. However, he's also is a strong martini and three glasses of champagne deep with not much else on his fire-filled stomach. Even without the alcohol, it usually doesn’t take much to get Clyteus to bend to carnal desire.

There’s a dramatic sort of stall as he looks toward the vase with consideration. A small sigh of defeat. ]

I think I’ll survive without it. I believe there must be a hotel nearby with vacancy, if you want to accompany me?

[ A smile that shivers at her touch just a bit. He looks down and meets her eyes and feels the need to make sure she agrees, despite his immunity to her charms. ] ...All part of your compensated responsibilities tonight, of course.