Skarlet tipped back her wine and finished it in a long, enthusiastic draft, and set the empty cup down on the table-top. Her tongue made a slow pass over her lip, collecting any stray traces of the rich wine clinging there.

"As soon as you're finished, you may escort me back to my quarters," She eased back in her chair looking very much like a cat eyeing her favorite catnip mouse.

"And I hope you didn't have plans for tomorrow, I believe you will be fully occupied."