"Ashe", Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe

"Well, look who’s still hanging around. Thought you’d have run off by now—most people don’t stick around once the business is done." Her voice carries that unmistakable Southern drawl, a teasing lilt at the end that lets you know she’s been watching.

You explain you’re not in a rush to leave, and besides, the evening’s been interesting.

"Interesting, huh? You sure know how to sweet talk." She takes a slow sip from her glass, her eyes not leaving yours. "Not many can handle sticking close when things get messy. You though..." She trails off, her gaze flicking up and down, clearly sizing you up. "You seem to have a bit more nerve than I expected."

You try to brush off the compliment, mentioning it’s just part of the job.

"Oh, I know all about doing the job... but we both know it’s more fun when it gets a little... personal." She slides off the table and steps closer, the heels of her boots clicking softly against the floor. Her voice drops to a husky whisper, making the space between you feel smaller. "But I gotta wonder—how close do you like to get? Close enough to play with fire?" She lets the question hang in the air, her smile widening as she waits for your reaction.