[ predictably, his eyes track the path of her tongue over her lip. he recognizes it as a deliberate gesture, having used it many times himself, but it's no less effective. as she speaks, his eyes meet hers again.

he pretends to think about her offer, glancing to the left and right, even going so far as to turn around and survey the bar. ]

Well, I'd say your options here are rather limited. However, [ he gestures ] that burly, scowling fellow with the scar might be swayed if you plied him with enough drink.

[ he turns back, leans towards her as if to tell her a secret. his grin gives him away before the words are out of his mouth. ]

Lucky for you, if you so wish it, you need not look further than this very table. [ knowing, of course, that that was her aim all along. ]