For once, the young Asian girl finds herself hardly running from that tender caress of his hand against her cheek. Rather, the young woman so effortlessly leaned into his touch, the girl more akin to a feline as her cheek nuzzled into his hand. She presented him with an altogether brilliant smile at the man's insistence that he hardly minded paying for her drinks - however many she wished to indulge in and how she so intended to indulge! She had tried to warn him! Still, he inquired as to what had brought her here and shamelessly the young woman informed him of the simple fact of those lights that had once utterly entranced her. Now, however, she might not have been drawn merely by pretty colors but, hours ago, they were all that mattered to her. Now she enjoyed the sensation of those strange bodies brushing against hers and the steady thrum of that music that seemed to vibrate throughout her entire being. Idly, the young woman inquired as to whether or not the man before her enjoyed dancing, her thoughts certainly momentarily traveling to places far less pure. She had seen those girls and the way they were so capable of moving their hips to so grind against their male companions. She had held a certain level of professional dancing experience - those moves were certainly ones she thought herself fully capable of subjecting his physique too, if given the chance.

She watched that near impish grin that crossed his own features at her assurance and vaguely she couldn't help but to wonder if he too was considering her petite figure sliding against his own. It was a tantalizing idea and yet, she stopped truly from acting upon it by the brush of his fingers against her porcelain skin as he inquired as to why she wasn't drinking. Well, that's a good question! That beverage rose to her lips as she so quickly polished off the contents, the cold beverage sent a shiver down her spine and a shudder through her petite figure and yet, she was happy enough to show him that now empty glass as sheer proof that she had done exactly what she informed him she would. The girl hardly anticipated the way he so intently eyed it, or the fashion in which he quite nearly stumbled into her, a glimpse of surprise crossed those chocolate eyes before she leaned back in her chair just enough to eye the man who'd taken it up. That bastard. Truly, she considered saying something - before a far better idea so filled her brain. The girl hopped off her seat, tugging at his sleeve to drag him into the chair she'd moments ago occupied before, in a rare display of utter certainty, hopping onto his lap, declaring with a 'tada' that she'd so managed to fix the problem at large.

She was altogether aware of the way in which his hand moved to steady her, the girl truthfully quite thankful given that balance was particularly not her strongest point at the given moment. Chizue was altogether oblivious of the way in which he so seemed to relish in the smell that hung around her, rather, her dark gaze remained steady upon that bartender that approached them, an almost mischievous glimpse crossing her features as he ordered her another drink, the girl immediately calling out after the bartender. "He needs another too! Of...those...amber thingie ma-bobbers he's having." The words had begun to escape her. Not that it mattered really. It was that soft whisper in her ear that drew her gaze towards him, a small frown crossed her features as she glanced behind her only to find that crowd that she'd come with had indeed going missing. "Awww, I liked them." She muttered softly, at least until he added that they would surely not like him. A small snort left her nose as she regarded him inquisitively. "I sincerely doubt that, Malek. Everyone likes you." She added, the girl altogether aware of the effect he'd had on others, to some extent. Though she was oblivious of his affinity, she had noticed the way the eyes of her gender tended to follow him - however, tonight she was without the usual self doubt that she was unworthy of his attention.

It was that soft whisper of how she smelled that caused the girl to perk up as those glasses were placed in front of them. "Oh! Thank you! I went to this cute little boutique perfume place before I went dancing! Doesn't it smell delightful?! They had SO many bottles but this one was really expensive so I didn't buy it. But I think it makes me smell pretty. Don't I smell sweet, Malek?" She chattered on, looking at him expectantly as she shifted on his lap, turning to further face him. Her fingers wrapped around the new glass in her hands, "Finish your drink and then I'll take you dancing, okay?!" She uttered, biting down on her straw without entirely realizing that, by the time she was at the bottom of that second glass, it was unlikely she'd be coordinated enough to do something quite like those dancing movements she was so insistent upon.