"Not yet." Ewan spoke softly when he saw the lady make an attempt to undress herself.
He maintained the faux-lustful expression, giving her a look over, deliberately lingering on her breasts to give off the impression that he was actually taken by her.
"What's the matter, handsome?" The lady spoke sultrily, leaning forward, placing her hands on his chest. Her touch was practiced, almost a profession, yet it left Ewan unfazed.
"I need something from you first." Ewan replied, letting the well-manicured hands remain on his chest for the moment. He had no choice.
"And what do you need, handsome?"
"I need information on the outsiders your mother gave lodging to, between yesterday, and this morning." Ewan stated, his eyes narrowed with purpose.
The lady, whom Ewan never bothered to know her name, opened her mouth like an 'O' and then nodded. "Is that all?"
Ewan nodded curtly.
"That's nothing then. I thought you were going to tell me to pick a safe word or something… you know…"
