It's hard not to notice her, between the line of guys at the bar bemoaning their inability to score and, well, the way she looks in those clothes. He accepts the shot when offered, downing it as she does. His eyes follower her back to the dance floor before he rises from his stool for his body to follow as well. She knows she has this effect, he knows it's a trap, but there's nothing wrong with enjoying it while it lasts.

"Isn't that stealing?" He asks, humor in his tone, as he edges his way in front of the guy already trying to cozy up to her. "Taking what you want."