[ Look, sometimes a girl just wants to feel up on a robot and that's totally fine! She does brighten when he seems to pick up on where she's going with this, grabbing her drink to take a sip as she enjoys the touch on her waist. Her free hand reaches out then to curl into the fabric of his jacket and tug him closer. She's not sure if she'll ever adjust to the square box of his head but the rest of him seems like normal and well, that's fine enough for her.

Shame he doesn't have a real mouth, she thinks. She probably shouldn't say that out loud, she also thinks. ]

You are certainly lucky then, you know. They call me a champion back home, very firm on the dragon slayer list they say. Rescuing damsels is really my bread and butter.

[ Which is of course, when she knocks back the rest of her drink (it burns slightly and she shivers with it) before placing the empty glass firmly back on the bar. She takes a few steps away from him then, hand still griping his jacket to tug him along with her. Easy grin on her face pretty obviously indicating what she'd like him to do -- to follow her -- and if he does, she'll be leading them out towards the elevators. ]

How nice is your room? If it's fancier than mine, we should definitely go there.