The woman tilt her head, "Wh....why do you say, ur... say that?" She downs half the shot he had past over. "Sh...should I be wo...worried I don't ha...have a bodyguard?" Her slight blush at his compliment was hidden under her rosy cheeks, the drinks of both the race and the evening at the Cherry keeping them flushed. "Af...after all, it ur... sounds like the ladies ar...are what keep you here."
Thallia raises an eyebrow, glancing at the newcomer out of the corner of her eye. "Se...seems your work is about to get busy. Mi...mind if I, ur... sneak in a bl...black russian from you be...beforehand?" She puts more credits in front of him, not even counting them.