It was perhaps entirely true that Edie loved a challenge. It was what had drawn her to the man in the first place. That challenge of how could she impress him, how could she earn that money that she'd needed so desperately. The challenge of getting Nadya into their pack would be something that she was more than willing to collaborate with him on. Still, the fox offered up no more words on the topic, offering up the suggestion that patience was, perhaps, not her strongest trait. She'd never been a patient girl, always opting for immediate gratification instead of anything that would come later. And yet, she was clever enough to know that in this situation, following her Alpha's lead would be the best thing. Still, her fingers itched at the idea of going into the Ark, finding out things about the rival pack. The Were playground had intrigued her since her first night in the city, and the idea that there was more to it than the fights certainly had her perking up.

"Perhaps you'd like to share those floor plans with me. It would be vastly helpful, and perhaps I could complete them for you," She grinned over at him, her fingers clasping together in front of her. Sure, she was utterly thrilled at the task she'd been given â€" both a chance to amuse herself and an opportunity to prove her worth as a Beta all in one â€" but there would need to be planning, a strategy. Going simply into the Ark would be a suicide mission were her allegiance to be determined, and Edie had no desire to see herself killed. "Surely, there's more than one way in and out. If there's a more secretive entrance, I can find it. Maybe you can go see this Nadya of yours."

Frost's movements towards the alcohol cause the girl to get to her feet, moving towards him with ease. A smirk formed itself on Edie's lips as he gave her no trouble for plucking the glass out of his fingers. Her teasing words offer him that challenge, the open claim to her own desires for the evening. After all, Edie felt no reason to pass up a pretty face, the girl a firm believer in falling in love, but only for a night. Frost would be a prime candidate for that. What she hadn't suspected was the way the man seemed to still, just briefly, as though his thoughts had him in another place entirely. The fox tilted her head to the side â€" a mannerism sure to give away exactly what it was she was, even if the fennec variety of fox was not what he would anticipate â€" before that teasing simper appeared on his features once again.

"You're considering it, then," She said with a grin, her gaze flickering to the way his hand seemed to hover over the bottle of tequila. A drink she loved, and the girl licked her lips almost in anticipation. But his hand moves to a bottle she didn't recognize, her gaze filled with curiosity at the very obviously foreign liquor. "Bre... vin... nin?" She sounded out the word, looking to him for clarity if that was, in fact, the correct pronunciation of the alcohol.

"I'll be fine," She assured him in response to that it was more than she was used to. Certainly, she'd find that she was overestimating herself, though the girl hardly wavered in her confidence. "I can handle my alcohol. I'm a big girl." Her features displayed that signature smirk of hers as she passed the shot glass to him, watching the alcohol he poured into it and the way his power formed the ice on the glass. "You have clever party tricks, I'll give you that, Frost."

Taking the glass back, she moved to join him on the couch. She was sure he intended her to sit away from him, but the challenge at hand provided her closeness. She moved to sit beside him, her body half pressed against the back of the couch and half lounging on top of him. As for easy, no, she hadn't expected that. But the word no didn't appear to be in the young fox's vocabulary. Her fingers wrapped around the shot glass, the other hand moving to rest on his leg as she leaned in. The smirk only seemed to grow on her features at the mention of the game.

"Not opposed in the slightest. I'll go first, even. I choose dare," The girl raised the shot glass, quickly downing her first shot before she glanced back over at him. She showed no indication of how she felt about the alcohol, nor the way it burned her throat. Instead, she merely smiled. "But rest assured, Frost dear, that I haven't forgotten about my own desires for the evening."