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        _{His smirk reappeared as soon as Hans recognized that she was walking at his side. Good. At least the woman – ah, what was her name? Elsa. – didn’t let herself be left behind all too easily. “Oh, I think you misunderstood me.” He explained, throwing her a side glance.}

_{“I wasn’t looking for someone to pick me up for a one night stand. If I was out for meaningless sex, I could point my finger at any lady in the room and it’d probably be a sure thing.” He wasn’t truly bragging about how irresistible he was here, even though he pretty much believed that he was pretty irresistible, no.}

        _{His name and the money his family supposedly had made enough of an impression. He smiled, almost sheepishly. “I didn’t take you for the type to propose that to me, either, but fine. Your place or mine?”}

        _{–don’t laugh in his face, Elsa Vygotsky. Men like their egos and that’s ground for–}

           _{Doesn’t matter, laughing in his face it is. “Oh honey, I'm not propositioning you. I couldn’t care less about your money or your name. I already have a name of my own and plenty of money. I wouldn’t sleep with any man who thinks he’s earned me right off the bat when he hasn’t so much as lifted a finger. I’m feeling generous so I was going to let you buy me a drink or two.”}

         _{Another short laugh that the heiress lets slip between parted lips before placing her fingertips over them in an attempt to muffle herself.  "Especially if you were going to accept an offer like that with something like fine. I don’t think so.“}