Ash watched her as she watched him noting every movement of her eyes, the glimmer and the vunerability that hovered below the apparent confidence and brashness she used as a glamour to perhaps put off a lesser man. Ash had been schooled in his early years by masters of long forgotten arts both martial, magickal, and mystical. He had been offered a position under the Grand Master for advanced training but like most young men the world beckoned and he had turned the offer down to pursue more fleshly goals.

He also noted her payment to the Bar Keep as a way of letting him know she was certainly independent and would not be beholden to him for the price of a drink. He smiled inwardly at these small realisations and as all this was taking place drank in the power of the essence of her being. She was indeed beautiful and he knew if he was able to win her something special, something he could not quite put a finger on would blossom from their joining.

Her voice was warm and rich, almost musical to his ear, as she off handedly suggested he take a seat and he sensed the tease in her and thought to himself that they'd see who would be doing the teasing later on.

As he pulled up the chair to sit he set a circle of protection around them both, and quickly aclimatised his being to the atmosphere surrounding them, not wanting to be caught off guard should anything untoward come their way whilst they talked.........."Do you always buy drinks for pretty women?" she asked as she lifted the mug to those full sensual lips.

Ash chuckled and replied "No, but you obviously buy drinks for men you've never met before, a habit one so pretty as yourself should be more careful of. Don't misunderstand me, I'm flattered but their are those in this place who would take advantage of such generosity. I'm pleased to meet you, my name is....Ash " Before she could answer he projected a scene into her minds eye that included the perception of complete safety, the feeling of being bound, and the sensation of a tongue circling her clitoris. The vision would be fleeting, her captor faceless.

Having done this he leant back in his chair, took up his mug and took a swig of the mead, placed the mug back on the table and watched her and waited for her reply....................