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Vladimir, 38, causcasain with spiky yellow hair, thick russian accent, and a scar running down his left cheek. He has been involved in several European terrorist disasters, including the few London bombings just a few weeks back.

His current status is unknown, his clearance has just been upgraded to a serious threat. He must be stopped at all costs.

Doorsten​

In the poorer sections of Czech there stood an old nearly abandoned building. It had seen better days, hell it had seen better generations. Sometimes the few kids who were nothing more than runaways or vagabonds used its lower levels as places to sleep, eat, and shit. They had been run off however, due to the cold weather.

And the new activity.

In the last few days several cars have ridden up. Equipment has been brought in, several associates as well. They look well trained, military. Few speak english, and even fewer speak at all.

In the dead of night they bring in a body, half alive.

Now, guards stand at the ready at all times around the building. They have wireless comm up at all times, regular interval check. If one were to guess, there must be at least 15, 20 people inside all told.

And enough firepower to start a war.

Perhaps that is what they are there to do.

Hong Kong​

It has been a city of great confusion since it had been turned back over to the Chinese. Prosperous and dangers at the same time. Not much has changed, at least on the surface. Day to day life is consistant, and while the prices may have been transferred to yen, you can still get fried squid on any given corner.

Only one building seemed alive at night, when the world snuggles warm and close in its bed. This is a bright shiny new building, with glass walls and flourescent lights. It used to be a source for engineers, and then an eletric company hub at one time.

Now, it simply says WVT, three letters with absolutely no reference or guide. There is no WVT in the phone book, no WVT company selling stock in the trade center. Why, if anyone looked into it hard enough, WVT doesn't exist at all.

Except on a corner where some old woman is pushing a cart and selling fried squid.

Even at night the lights are on though. Day and night. Whoever is inside, whatever is inside, they are working around the clock.

How interesting...

 

[And 1]

I was woken by the phone in my hotel room and wearily answered it before looking up at the ceiling collecting my thoughts as the last remains of sleep left my body.Moving out of the bed I walked over and opened the curtins peering out at the Hong Kong sky line as the sun peered itself out of the clouds shining on the city below.

I then went and ordered breakfast from reception and began my morning exercises while I waited,my mind ran over the information my handler had passed on to me.So far my target hadn't made any attempt to infiltrate the WVT building only observing the building noting all possible entry and exit points not giving a hint of what she may be up to.So far she hasn't noticed my presence yet it wouldn't be a surprise if she was in some way onto me just waiting to see me in the fleash.

Hearing a knock on the door I carefully moved behind the door and allowed the bell boy in with my breakfast watching him carefully.Once he left I finshed off my exercises letting my morning meal wait a bit longer before sitting down to eat,as soon as I finshed eating I would have a quick shower before heading out to continue my assignment as well as checking out the WVT building.

 

[Makisan]

Fable sat outside on the balcony, sipping lukewarm coffee. She sighed, shaking her head, tightening her robe around her. She didn't like this city. Nope. Too crowded, too many people touching one and other. It was a clostrophobic nightmare. She went back inside and started a bath, tossing her robe onto the bed, pulling her hair up with the complimentary chopsticks she found on her bed last night.

After her bath, she wandered out to the streets, holding back scoffs and sneers as people bumped into her without saying a word. She glared at an older gentleman, but then blinked. He looked... different. She glanced back, then made her way to the park. She felt like she was being followed. Only time would tell if that was actually true.

She made it to the park, her hand inside her coat pocket, fingers gently rubbing the cold metal of a hidden pistol. If she were being followed, they could strike at any moment. No people were here. It was a school day, so no children were running around.

 

[jeremiah1982]

He brushed the hair out of his face as he stepped off the train, it was straight, shoulder length black hair, perfectly parted across the middle, he wore a black suit and tie, black shirt, a black leather trenchcoat and carried a suitcase in his right hand. He stepped off the train with everyone else and looked each way simply appearing to be gaining his bearings, even to the trained eye no one could have possibly picked him, he weaved his way through the crowd not once did he make contact with anyone, his fast pace was in suit with all of the other business man around him, as he reached the street he walked straight up to the black SUV and made no hesitations with opening the back and sliding in his suitcase, after closing it he casually looked behind him checking for cars before making his way to the drivers side door, he didn’t bother to look into the window he just opened it and looked at the young man sitting in the seat..

Man wearing black: Out!

The young man looked at the man in black with a strange look, confused he had been given orders to escort his contact to the building in question..

Young Man: Umm.. well..

Man wearing black: I said get out, I drive and inspect all vehicles..

The young man nods and sides out of the drivers seat, the man wearing black stepped into the car, as he did so his foot kicked the bottom of the car, it looked like an easy mistake that any normal man would have made but of course this was no ordinary man, the escort bagan to ciurcle around the car ready to get into the passenger seat but the door closed and the Black SUV drove off, the only thing left behind was a small electronic device, the tracer that should have been used to track the car.

 

[jeremiah1982]

The black SUV drove eastwards, calmly and collective, his speed matching the cars around him perfectly only slowing for the lights, preparing for turns and the likes, this continues for at least 5 blocks until he found a small car park, it was small and secluded enough for what he needed but not too much that it would draw attention. Once the car was parked however he wasted no time reaching across to the passenger side seat to where the contact had placed the mission brief, he slowly opened it and began to assess it’s contents…

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine had just stepped off a plane at Heathrow airport, and picked up his luggage from the carousal. He slid through customs with ease, considering that he was well known as a business man in London, and they never had to worry about him. He hailed a cab outside the airport and had it take him to his hotel, where he would stake his claim, and make contact with some of his contacts at MI-6, and hopefully the woman he was supposed to be contacting about these bombings. He had on his sunglasses, and carried his usual array of personal weaponry, smiling at the thought of how easily he was able to travel around the world with it. even in these times.

 

[And 1]

I stepped out of the lift and nodded at the porter as I headed out onto the street,people were moving quickly heading off to their jobs trying to beat the mid morning rush.I walked slowly taking in my surrondings keeping an eye out for anything unusual or potentaly dangerous,stopping at a traffic crossing I looked up to see across the street my target walking hurriedly occassionally bumping onto people.

Her hair had changed from the last known photo I had been given but it was difinitly her no mistake about it where she was going i intended to find out so as soon as the crossing lights changed I changed direction falling in with the crowd to keep my distance to keep her unaware of my tailing.I continued following her watching her walk into the local park.Was she here to meet a contact or pick up something I wasn't sure but intended to find out.

 

[Makisan]

She stopped at the swing set. She smirked a bit, then sat down on one, watching her surroundings, tugging on her lip ring with her teeth.
"Come out now... I'm not gonna hurt you that bad..." She murmured to herself, looking in all directions, before spotting a man staring at her. She smirked wildly, then hopped off the swing, walking toward the mass of trees.

She hid in the shadows, listening intently. He was gonna follow her. Make sure she wasn't up to anything, trying to get a hit, or a contact with some rouge cop. She rolled her eyes, leaning against a tree, hand clasped against the handle of her gun.

 

[And 1]

She stopped at the swing set. She smirked a bit, then sat down on one, watching her surroundings, tugging on her lip ring with her teeth.
"Come out now... I'm not gonna hurt you that bad..." She murmured to herself, looking in all directions, before spotting a man staring at her. She smirked wildly, then hopped off the swing, walking toward the mass of trees.

She hid in the shadows, listening intently. He was gonna follow her. Make sure she wasn't up to anything, trying to get a hit, or a contact with some rouge cop. She rolled her eyes, leaning against a tree, hand clasped against the handle of her gun.

I watched as she moved over towards the swings and sat down,was this a meeting place for her and a contact ?. No this place was to open for something like that so what was she waiting for or who,I noticed her looking in my direction and then move off to a mass of trees.

I pondered my actions,should I follow her in and take her out now thereby completing my mission inspite of the odds being in her favour with the covering abilty of the trees.Or should I wait til later after checking out the WVT building which was the possible target for her mission whatever that was.Deciding that I had better hedge my bets I moved to walk away from where she was hiding hoping to confuse her all while looking for another way into the trees.

 

[Makisan]

Fable peeked out, keeping her hand in her pocket. She slowly stepped out, making small steps toward the edge of the park. She didn't have time for this person's tricks or antics.

She quickly hurried back into the crowd, her head low.

She made her way to the WTV building, staring up at it. She fumbled around her pocket, taking out a cellphone, acting as if she was using it to make a call, but was actually taking pictures. She started to walk again, pacing back and forth in front of the building, talking for a moment, and then pausing, as if she were having a real conversation.

She put the phone away a moment later, staring up at the building. She needed to find a way to get inside. She watched. No one came in or out. But all the lights where on. Maybe it was a fake building. She'd have to get intel from druggies and prositutes who sold drugs and sold themselves around this block.

 

[And 1]

I found away into the area my target had been hiding but when I arrived to where I gathered she would have been hiding there was no sign of her.Internaly kicking myself from losing her I decided to double back out of the park and head off to the WTV building hoping that maybe she had headed there.

I arrived and stood on the corner looking at the building,for a busy Hong Kong work day it was odd not to see anybody going or for that matter leaving the WTV building.What was going on inside I wondered knowing that my handler had no imformation so I would have to dig for it myself.Looking up I saw her again pacing round as if talking to someone on the phone though instinct told me this was a cover and she was somehow gathering information.I imersed myself in the crowd waiting to see what she was going to do leaving the ball in her court.

 

[Makisan]

She left the building, figuring she could only get that much information for now. Maybe later, she'd come back, and try to find a way inside. She looked around, then started to walk back to the park. She could feel it. She was being watch again. She didn't like it. She sighed softly, picking up the pace.

She bypassed the park, going back to the hotel, trying to figure out who's beeing following her. She had stayed clear for a few years, so why now? She paused, a few blocks away from the hotel. She couldn't go there. If this person was still following her, they could easily find out her room number. Sher swore quietly, then started to walk again, going to the center of the city.

She blinked. Thinking back, she saw one person leave from a parking lot, that was very close to the WTV building. She smirked a bit. She'd have to find a local bar around that building then. She could remember his face. It wasn't hard to remember, since she stared at him while she was "on the phone".

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Constatine knew that the kid was still outside the door and he smiled. He went and got himself a drink, Scotch, and sat down to watch a little telivision, having it louder than normal, so the waitor wouldn't hear him come to the door. He opened it suddenly, and pulled the guy inside, closing the door quickly and had his gun to the kids forehead. "I don't appreciate people spying on me, who sent you and what do they want to know?"

 

[poohlive]

David

David looked young, and surprisingly agile. He held up his hands right away, being brought into the room by this strange man. He had dark gray eyes, which eyed the room immediately. Dull lazy eyes that studied exits and strategies in a heartbeat.

And then they turned bright and frightened, the way they should have been.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," He spoke in a high tone, almost falsetto, shaking just slightly. His accent had slightly disappeared in those words, as if he had left it outside with the rest of him.

"I didn't mean to. No one hired me, no one told me. I was just curious, who you were. That's all."

That's all and the be all. A nice loking american, must have girls coming in at all times, lots of money, fancy parties and champaigne all night.

And a gun? He shook his head, feeling the cold barrel touch upon his pale skin.

"Just let me go. I won't tell anyone. Promise. I'll be good. Just let me go."

 

[Katamari Roller]

WVT doesn't exist.

A hand, tanned and thin, caressed a cup of tea that was lying on top of a table, in a dark room. The only lights in this dark room came from dozens of monitors, each with a number under every screen, installed in the walls a dozen meters away. Security cameras were placed all around, and inside the building, watching over anyone in any kind of proximity to the building.

WVT doesn't exist... what a wonderful idea to hide your activities. It would be so much easier to just give it a proper name... yet, as it is, no links could be created through the name. It isn't that bad a method, really.

Two green eyes narrowed, watching a strange scene in a smaller monitor in a laptop, right beside the cup of tea. A young woman, pacing back and forth in front of the building with a mobile phone. Inmediately, the woman sitting on the armchair started weighing the possibilities.

Could be just another woman speaking to someone in the mobile phone. Happens everyday here in Hong Kong. Or it could be a spy. But, if she was, she would not do something as amateur as observing the building up-close like that. It is almost childish...

She leaned forwards, her elbows resting on the table, her short, dark red hair swishing around her head as she rested her head on her hands, the fingers entwined.

But... she is not an Asian...

"Control, Camera 3. I want the last ten minutes of recording saved and sent up to Head."
"Roger that."

Not posting uniformed guards outside of the building was a good idea. It avoided questions from the more curious people. It also meant not having anyone to scare nosey suspects away, but she didn't care. If they wanted to come in, they could. They just wouldn't be leaving alive.

Scythe finished her tea, and put it on a tray to be taken away by herself to the small kitchen that security personnel in the last floor, the thirty-fifth, had for themselves.

Scythe was a slim woman, with short, dark red hair and green eyes, and fleshy lips. She was fairly pale, and definitely not an Asian. She wore a black sweater, black jeans, and black sports shoes. She didn't care too much for style while in guard duty, but she still had that little touch for herself that made her feel comfortable with her surroundings. And in this case, she was really comfortable. That tends to happen when you have a whole building full to the brim with security measures that the White House wished it had.

Her features were, generally speaking, not telling of any specific ethnicity beyond "Western". She could be American, or French. She looked mostly Germanic, but her tan was definitely not from that dark, dreary region. Her nose was not too hawkish, either, and her green eyes were not too brightly coloured. She might not go too unnoticed in Hong Kong's restaurants, but the crowding in the streets certainly helped. Also, she was not quite tall, so ducking under a dark mass of businessmen and delivery boys was not beyond her range of options.

However... this was a pretty relaxed, calm job, and Scythe liked that. No assassinations to plan, just a defensive scheme that would work if anyone dared to snoop around.

Looking over her table, Scythe stood up. The table was in an elevated section of the room. Underneath, a two dozen Chinese men and women, hired from laid off military personnel that found themselves unemployed when the Chinese army mechanized itself, watched one hundred twenty monitors. For most of the day, they had noticed nothing worthy of saving for Scythe's laptop. But there was one person who most certainly had...

Scythe's silhouette moved with feline grace as she left the room, and headed for her own 'chambers'. A well illuminated bedroom in the south face of the skyscraper. A kind of instinct made her walk to the window, and look below.

She saw spies and enemies everywhere. Police, Interpol, CIA, NSA, Cesid, MI6... who, where, when? And would the building be ready? Would the personnel be ready? She had picked them out herself, she had chosen every security measure herself, she had made use of her years of infiltration and assassination to create an impregnable fortress. And her instinct told her that, sooner or later, it would be put to the test. Months had gone past, it was impossible that every agency in the world had failed to notice this sudden move of material and personnel to an isolated building.

Scythe sat down on one of the vermillion armchairs in the room. It was spacious, with a huge bed on one end, together with a wardrobe and a mini-bar. On the other end, a fake hearth, two vermillion armchairs, a wooden table, and a vast library. The whole room was painted in warm colours that suggested a sober style, worthy of someone who had earned his money a penny at a time, not just inherited it or taken it thanks to huge investments. Yes... it was just appropriate for Scythe.

She closed her eyes. It had been a long night, and now she wanted to take a nap for an hour or two. Resting was vital, wasn't it...?

The cat slept, waiting for the mouse to come close.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

David looked young, and surprisingly agile. He held up his hands right away, being brought into the room by this strange man. He had dark gray eyes, which eyed the room immediately. Dull lazy eyes that studied exits and strategies in a heartbeat.

And then they turned bright and frightened, the way they should have been.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," He spoke in a high tone, almost falsetto, shaking just slightly. His accent had slightly disappeared in those words, as if he had left it outside with the rest of him.

"I didn't mean to. No one hired me, no one told me. I was just curious, who you were. That's all."

That's all and the be all. A nice loking american, must have girls coming in at all times, lots of money, fancy parties and champaigne all night.

And a gun? He shook his head, feeling the cold barrel touch upon his pale skin.

"Just let me go. I won't tell anyone. Promise. I'll be good. Just let me go."

Now Constatine didn't survive this long without being cautious. He patted the kid down, before putting the gun away from his forehead. "If I ever see you hanging around my room again, I might not be so nice. Now scoot, unless you want to know more about this gun." He glared at him, knowing full well that the kid was lying, he caught the looks he was giving before he had gone back to his innocent looks. "Tell your boss if he wants to see me, he can come himself next time." He showed the kid to the door and gave him a boot out.

 

[And 1]

She left the building, figuring she could only get that much information for now. Maybe later, she'd come back, and try to find a way inside. She looked around, then started to walk back to the park. She could feel it. She was being watch again. She didn't like it. She sighed softly, picking up the pace.

She bypassed the park, going back to the hotel, trying to figure out who's beeing following her. She had stayed clear for a few years, so why now? She paused, a few blocks away from the hotel. She couldn't go there. If this person was still following her, they could easily find out her room number. Sher swore quietly, then started to walk again, going to the center of the city.

She blinked. Thinking back, she saw one person leave from a parking lot, that was very close to the WTV building. She smirked a bit. She'd have to find a local bar around that building then. She could remember his face. It wasn't hard to remember, since she stared at him while she was "on the phone".

I watched as she headed away from the WVT building guessing she had been trying to figure out how to get inside and aquire some information proabley taking a few pictures as well.I followed her staying 10 meters behind making sure I had ample cover around me from the people walking along the streets,she some how gathered she was being followed her walking pace quickend and she skipped going back through the park.

She stopped as if deciding against going back to where she was orginally heading and turned towards the city centre.I watched her going before deciding to continue my tracking,the odds hinted that she had gotten on to me and was proabley leading me into a trap but I had to risk that possibilty wanting to find out what she was planning and how that WVT building played into things.

 

[Makisan]

She walked into a bar, looking around. There he was. Sitting at the bar, talking loudly about the soccer game that was on tv. She smirked a bit. He was drunk. Meaning she could probally get a few things out of now, and then maybe taunt him later with sex. She laughed quietly, then sat down at a table, watching him gently.

She ordered a small coffee, turning the dirty cup in her hands. She glanced around, taking off her coat, and setting it next to her. She yawned, stretching a bit, tugging on the sleeves of her black button shirt. She played with her lip ring, trying to figure out how to approach the guard. She'd probally wait until he'd leave, then follow him out.

 

[poohlive]

NPC's

(If anyone wants information or interaction, just go up to anyone and beging talking to them, asking them questions. I'll provide you with the answers, and give you anything else you need to know. This can be an interactive world, so be careful)

David​

London​

David deicded it best to leave. He went down the elevators, back down to the lobby floor. For awhile he stayed there, helping people with luggage and getting them situation with their rooms.

Then, when he had been staring out of the corner of his eye for a good long time, and content no one was following him, he left through a back door.

Outside, he walked several blocks away before getting onto a bus. He made sure to look at each of the people riding the bus, very clearly, very consicely before he got off in a warehouse district by the docks.

He had been very sure he was not followed. Confident, even. He strolled into the number 7 warehouse, an old gray building with metal sheets for walls. In it, there seemed to be a whole bussle of activity.

"Where's Fernando? I got a message for him."

One of the fellows, a russian by the looks of him, cleaning out an AK, motioned up the stairwell. There was a single office up there, with the lights on.

"Why?"

"He found me out. Wanted to take a message for the boss."

The Russian raised an eyebrow, "He told you to take a message?"

Two other men, both looking like their favorite drink was vodka as well, perked their ears up in this conversation.

"Yeah. But, I made sure I wasn't followed. I was real careful, just like you told me too."

"You sure?"

"Uh huh... uh huh. Real sure."

The russian went back to cleaning his gun, but his eyes never seemed to wary from that front entrance.

Kim​

Hong Kong​

He found himself another round. Someone was offering free drinks and he would not be the one to turn that down. He gave offering to the man, an elderly gentleman that had won some money on the game. If Kim had more money, he'd put it up on the game himself, but he was flat broke for another week.

So, when the gentleman's charity ran out, Kim thought it best to head on home. He had a pretty good buzz to begin with. Best not to ruin it. He paid what little tab he owed, and made his way to the street.

It was a better night for Kim. He could still see, and when he walked it was more or less in a straight line. His home was not far off, one of the reasons he picked this dingy little bar. He just lived down the street. He ducked into the back alley, and unlocked his front door.

The place wasn't much. A bedroom, a kitchen, and a place to sit and watch tv. It was better back in that WVT building. They had satellite and air conditioning, imported beer, the good fucking shit. He loved those long shifts, couple of days when he could sleep in there.

To keep up fucking appearances he had to rent this dump and sleep here most of the time.

He closed the door, not bothering to lock it, plopped down on an old couch, and turned on the tv. Something came in fuzzy and disnjointed. The sound was all right. He could listen to it.

That would be all right.

 

[Makisan]

"Gotcha..." she whispered, watching him leave. She picked up her coat, following him out the door to his apartment. "Wow, what a shitty place to live at..." She stared, staring at the apartment. She took off her glasses, and cleaned them off, as if making sure the smudge on them wasn't making matters worse at this apartment complex.

She followed him inside, slowly making her way up the stairs, so she wasn't noticed. When he walked in, she waited a moment, before knocking on the dor. She was frantic for a moment, undoing her hair, and ruffling it about. She undid a few buttons on her shirt, showing off what little clevelage she had. She had to appear appealing for this man, so he would answer his questions.

 

[poohlive]

Kim
Hong Kong​

Kim had almost been asleep. His eyes resting comfortably, the television in the background giving him the perfect ambiance to fade away into a land of dreams and opportunities.

The knocking at the door shook him awake. He bolted up from the sofa, his hand at first going to the gun under his belt. Even drunk, his movements were solid and fast. Training above the influence.

He realized it was the door, though. He cocked his head at the knock, frantic and desperate. What did that mean? No one knew he lived here. A couple of girls he'd brought back, the agency that got him the place, no one else.

He opened the door, slowly, carefully, unsure what could be on the other side. When he saw the girl though, unruffled, scared, and looking very vulnerable the gun went back in his belt and he opened the door for her.

"What is it?" He asked, his eyes dipping down between her breasts, "Are you ok?"

 

[Makisan]

She looked at him, then looked at the floor. "I know I shouldn't be doing this... But, I saw you at the bar, and I was wondering if you wanted to... Talk..." She said, her shirt sliding down her shoulder, showing no bra strap. "Maybe we could play afterwards...." She murmured, looking up at him innocently.

She never "played" with her victims. Far from it. She would give them the illusion, however, touching them and kissing them. Then she would leave to "freshen up", sliding a thin film over her lips, laced with some sort of sedative.

 

[poohlive]

Kim
Hong Kong​

From the bar?

For a moment his eyes returned to focus, and training kicked in. Being followed, tailed. He wasn't supposed to be followed, he was supposed to be a ghost. People would begin to follow him, there was a protocal.

He remembered ther being something about a protocal.

But, she was some cute little girl, looking to score with a real guy. Of course she was. He had seen the people at the bar, rich businessman, fuckers who had nice cars and no dicks.

This girl was looking for dick.

"Yeah, come on in," He eased her into the room, his hand riding down her back to the curve of her ass, giving it a more than gentle squeeze.

"I was just watching some tv," Wasn't anything important. He looked at the snowy picture, and it only told him they were missing some sad comercial.

"You want something to drink?" He went to the kitchen. He didn't actually go anywhere, he walked the few steps to the fridge, brought a couple of beers for the both of them.

"Sit down," He had to move some stuff on the couch, newspapers and take out that looked like it had been there for awhile. He got a whiff of her scent, deadly and delicious.

"So, sweetheart, what kind of play did you have in mind?" He was stroking her thigh now, his hands seeming to find their way on her body quite easily.

 

[And 1]

I watched her enter the bar,was she meeting some one here or trying to lay low to throw me of her trail I couldn't be certin.I waited watching people move in and out of the bar paying close attention,I could check the WVT building that evening but what mattered now was finding out what my target had planned.

When she came out it wasn't alone,she was following a man who I had observed at the WVT building one of the guards who worked there.all I knew was his name Kim everything else was unknown like he was a ghost or working under an asumed name.I moved off following the two of them from a reasonable distance,she was tracking him so wouldn't notice my presence which was a bonus as far as I was concerned.She knocked on his door and was allowed in side the man I gussed thought it was his day to get lucky so would be very gulliable.I moved up to house and looked for a way to hear what was going on.

 

[Makisan]

"Thank you..." She said, walking in and smirking when he touched her. She sat down, hiding the face that reeked with disgust. She took a beer and smiled at him, opening it.

"So, sweetheart, what kind of play did you have in mind?"

She giggled, setting the beer down, and putting her hands in her lap, using her upper arms to squeeze her breasts together. "Well... I was thinking of something.. Fun..." She murmured, leaning in closer to him, brushing her lips on his cheek. "Something... Amazing..." She touched his cheek, looking at him seductivly. "Can you do that for me?" She whispered, nearly in his lap by now.