She chuckled at that, tongue flickign over her bottom lip before teeth closed on it as her eyes roamed down, then back up. Yes, she was behaving badly. Yeah, it was probably a little defensive behavior, railing against her apparent abduction and celebrating her sudden freedom from the oppression back home.

Was she going to regret it?

Taking another look at Dante's hips and backside, she decided the answer was 'no'. Chances were pretty good that by the end of this, she was going to be absolutely free of regret. Although she did enjoy mulling over the promises he made. Not of the rewards, but of the fight. It had been a long time since she'd had any good competition and even longer still since anyone was fighting to get in her skirt. Of course that was her father's fault.

Shit. Talk about Daddy issues.

Muttering a low curse to herself she stretched out on the couch, resting her head on one arm, one foot over the other arm. The second foot bent at the knee and rested on the floor over the side of the couch, putting her in a broad and comfortable sprawl in the man's absence. Meanwhile she explore the contents of the other bottles finding herself pleasantly surprised on all counts.

"Know any good ways to get quick cash around here?" she called out, capping one bottle and opening another. "I'll treat next time. Well...unless they've got laws against purchase under a certain age. Then I'll just fork over the money I suppose..."