Her eyes hardened and her smile returned. "What can be done?" Zoheret asked with a rhetorical finality, uncrossing her long legs and standing. He was not her ally, and he, therefore, deserved no further look into her thoughts. Not until he could be trusted, anyway. He knew her reputation and had heard her words. Hopefully the combination would be enough to have him reach out to her when the time was right.
With a measured step and fluidity, she made her way over to where he remained sitting, her drink in hand at her side. Zoheret stood above him, closer than would be ordinarily considered polite. She made sure to have one of his feet between both of hers, preventing him from standing comfortably should he feel unnecessarily threatened by such a position. The dark angel looked down at him, trying to read his reaction - would he enjoy her being so close? Feel threatened? Think nothing of it? Ignore her, even? Zoheret put her glass of whiskey down on the coffee table near his armrest with a specific slowness, her eyes never moving off of him. She said nothing and made to step away from him, as if placing her glass where her ultimately intention.
Wild card, she thought as she went to turn away from him.