[She tips her head to the side, biting back a smile. She knows it's a talent of hers, her... charisma. While she's aware likely anyone would falter after a question like that, regardless of who's asking, the fact that it's her certainly bears some weight. The light assumption that it's a proposition is a good example of that, for starters.

Not that it wasn't, but, point is, she likes making him squirm, plain and simple. There's no ulterior motive, really. It's just fun.]

I'm asking because apparently the currency around here is sex. You fuck, you get an app on your phone [it's not a phone, but,] and tokens or some shit. And that's what I bring to the table.

[She steps forward so that she's up in his space, reaching to brush the hair out of his eyes.]

Not to be impolite, but I'm not lacking in expertise when it comes to drawing folks to the bedroom. I keep us stocked, you keep us safe. Deal?

[Though knocking him off-kilter may have been slightly intentional, the offer is earnest: She's not going to make it on her own here, and from the way he's been hitting the bottles this past week, he's not, either. Plus she's got just the tiniest inkling that he's not eager to sleep around for cash.

Who knows, though? They've only just met, all things considered.]