[ Clay smiles then, and it’s lustful but with the implication of something softer. His expression, while desirous, is deeper rooted than that usual smiles he gives to women, something fairly new but he can’t presently see it to be disturbed by it. At current, he is a bit too intoxicated by her aura and the alcohol to consider it, but were he able to rewind and observe it later, he would... perhaps feel a bit discomfit. ]

Hmmm. I believe I have an outstanding favor waiting to be exploited at the St. Regis, as a matter of fact.

[ He leans in then, holding her face and kissing the other side of her jaw with a low hum. ] I’ll make a call and then summon my driver?