In all truth, the young fennec fox found that she hardly cared whether or not her Alpha would tolerate her leaning up against him. It was the only sensible thing, really, to allow her to sleep. It was 4:30 in the bloody morning, and Edie should have been nestled in her bed, not in the back of the car going god knows where. So no, Edie didn't care if he was bothered by it. He would let her sleep against his shoulder, or he would remove her entirely. She was pleased, entirely so, when he seemed to relax his tense body. After all, he made a terrible pillow when he sat like that. Still, he seemed to have other plans than to allow her to sleep, the man working to explain why he was dragging her out of bed at such an ungodly hour. "Vegas? Las Vegas?" She questioned, hardly bothering to lift her head though her voice was tinged with obvious confuse. Despite having grown up in England, the fox knew exactly what Las Vegas was famous for. Casinos, gambling. If they were engaging in any sort of tournament, as Frost put it, it would likely be an interesting trip for certain.

The girl had never been particularly good at poker. She understood the cards well enough, even enjoyed the game. Beck had always commented that she had no poker face whatsoever. She liked to grin when she had a good hand, and tended to try and flirt her way out of the bad ones. It had never worked, of course, especially not in the games of strip poker they'd participated in. But Frost was her Alpha, of course, and he'd forced her along on this trip and she would comply, of course she would. She merely closed her eyes, murmuring along her understanding of the game, warning him once more about how she wasn't good at the game by any means. She knew Frost had no idea who Beck was, a thing she'd rather keep him in the dark about anyways. He didn't need to know that she'd ran away from the semi-arranged marriage with the Beta of her former pack. Still, she hardly felt like explaining, instead the girl finding her cheeks flaming suddenly as he twirled a piece of her hair around his finger.

"New clothes? You have my attention entirely," Her voice was laced both with the seriousness the situation required and the tease that she seemed to coast through life with. It was easy enough to consider the Alpha's promise. "I suppose if I have support." She said simply. It was only the man's chuckle that caused her to look up, a grin working brightly onto her features. "Yes, babe, I am in fact implying that. You look delightfully evil most of the time." The girl shifted, sitting up more to look out the window, the airport readily coming into view. She assumed that the man would no longer speak to her about the plan in front of their driver, the girl assuming correctly as the man's affinity slipped into her own mind. She glanced up, only slightly, showing the man that she was listening entirely without giving too much away.

Ah, so that was the plan. Frost couldn't do this alone, and he had entrusted her with the execution of this entire plan. The girl couldn't help the smirk that worked its way onto her features at the realization that he needed her. Still, the girl offered no support that she'd considered the offer, instead just going silent until they were both out of the car. It was only in that brief moment that they stood alone outside the airport did she turn to him, leaning forward to press her lips against his cheek. In that small moment that she was caught up in what appeared to be an intimate moment, she grinned up at him, her voice a whisper. "Fifty fifty, or I walk. If you're going to pimp me out in Vegas, I deserve half." She couldn't help but chuckle as she pulled back. "That, and you treat me right to make up for ditching me at that stupid gala." She turned then on her heels, striding easily into the airport, knowing damn well that he would be on her heels.

Security was uneventful, the girl mostly silent as they went through the TSA guidelines. She was well aware of her Alpha's huffs of irritation as he removed the necklace he always wore, though she didn't inquire about it. If Frost was irritated by it, it was important. After all, he was hardly a sentimental guy. It was clear by the short wait before their boarding that he hadn't been kidding at all when he'd insisted they hurry. It was only out of habit that the girl shifted towards the economy section of the plane. She'd been on a plane a handful of times, most recently just a few days before when she'd flown back to Sacrosanct with Kato. It was pleasant enough for the girl, certainly so compared to the boat that they'd been on when they went to Africa. The girl nearly shuddered at the memory. Still, she allowed the man to pull her to the side and towards the first class section of the plane.

"You're off to a good start," The girl commented as she slid into the plush seat beside her Alpha, reaching up to rake a hand through her hair. It was certainly the first time that she'd ever flown first class, and it was more luxurious than she had originally imagined. The girl crossed her legs easily, regarding her Alpha with amusement as he dangled shopping in front of her. She loved the idea of it. After all, his credit card still existed in her wallet, and she used it frequently. His suggestion that she get a job had only been something she'd laughed about. No, her uses were more than being a mere barista, that much was for sure.

"I hope you've booked us a nice penthouse suite," She commented, leaning forward to pluck up a drink menu. She didn't look at him as she regarded it, instead the girl perusing the alcohol that Frost would buy her. If she was getting up this early, she would certainly be getting a drink. "I'm just saying, if we're going to be invited to this table, we should look the part. Which means we need to look crucially important." She dropped her menu, eyeing the man now. "I suppose my... affinity... will be getting a workout this weekend?" She knew that he knew of her ability to be rather... persuasive. Though to what extent he knew it could work, she hardly knew.