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"Please, call me Natalia" she replied in her native tongue. "And if you are referring to little miss sheltered, she is not a problem. I'm not sure how she would react, but it does not bother me at all."

"You are quite the charmer... most men don't know how to give a woman a proper compliment." Natalia replied, walking with him to the door. Once there, she knoced twice on it, and a moment later the door opened. The honey-color haired woman was standing on the other side of the door, holding it open again.

Natalia grinned and looked up at Savage as they walked through the door. She continued to talk to him in the foreign tongue, and the other woman gave them a small puzzled look. "I suppose this could be fun... Honeydew tends to keep to herself." she said, then grinned up at Savage. "She changed her last name to 'Dew'. Understandable... you should have heard some of the commments men had made. Poor thing was so uncomfortable. Rather cute actually." she said, then pulled Vandal's arm gently to lead him down the hall.

The blonde woman noticed how she was holding Vandal's arm, noted the direction they were going, and her expression quickly changed. She knew enough about the top floor AND Natalia to understand where they were going, and what was probably going to happen. Her expression was calm and professional. But there was something in her eyes that was rather telling... a small little gleam, but anyone who had studied human emotion extensively would be able to notice. Sort of a, 'here we go again', kind of glint. She also didn't pay much mind to Vandal after that. She truely was good about keeping to herself and minding her own.

"If she was more comfortable with what goes on in the office... she could be one of the bosse's favorites." Natalia continued. "She's better than most girls here about keeping to herself, keeping out of gossip, and doing what she's told. If Cobblepot tells her to do something, she does it without question. Within reason... she slapped him once. I can only imagine why... and surprisingly he didn't repremand her. Whatever it had been about, she was able to state her mind without making the boss angry at her. THAT takes talent here." she said, then led Savage to a door. She let go of his arm just long enough to unlock it, then opened it and leaned against the door frame to let Savage pass by. Again... another mildly provocative pose.

"As I said though... I'm not sure how she will react if she walks in. She could get flustered... she could toss your papers on the table and jump back out the door. She won't tell... she knows there's no need to when a customer comes into this room. I have never really seen her do more than flirt with a customer... and when she does it's genuinely innocent. Probably why most men like her here. She stays out of the 'darker' aspects of this place as much as she can... unless Cobblepot tells her to take care of something. And... depending on your vice... I KNOW she'll do what she's told if she thinks Cobblepot made it an order to make sure you left here happy..."

Natalia kept her gaze on Vandal's eyes and smiled as he closed the space between them. "Hmmm...my vices you ask?" she replied, her voice a low purr. "Well... I suppose I can tell you what a few of my vices are. The others... well, I don't want to frighten you off. Not just yet anyway. Most men tend to run away when they find out." she said.

Then she let her gaze travel down him. Lingering for just a moment on his lips, then down the contours of his shirt. "I suppose you've already guessed one of my vices." she continued, moving her hands up the center of his shirt. Her finger trailing up the slit of it. "I enjoy the attention... the sensation... the danger." Her fingers moved and tugged at his shirt, straightening out the wrinkles he had made earlier. "I love danger. I love exciting." then her eyes returned to Vandals. An almost dangerous little glint sparkling in her dark eyes. "I love control. Mostly when I'm in control... but I love it when someone else takes control as well. I love to get my way. See the look in someone's eyes when I show them one of my other vices. But..." she continued, then let her fingers slide back down his shirt. "Thats usually only with boys. They bore me... can't handle my other vices. MEN... on the other hand... tend to fare a little better with me." she said, then paused a moment as the glint became a little brighter. "So what about you... Mister Savage? Are you a man? Do you think you could handle ALL of my vices? Tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine? Or should we just leave it at this little vice and "behave" about it? Play it safe?"

Smitty thought long and hard about the situation and stuck his hand out. "Deal. Won't the boss be happy about seeing those two finally outta the way." he said maliciously as Bozo nodded his head stupidly. At least the two mobsters had a functioning brain between the two of 'em!

"You'll have to tell me about it sometime," Savage said, as he lightly pulled her head back more and kissed her neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the door was still open. 'Oswald Cobblepot: buys chair large enough for three of him, does not buy self-closing door hinges. Brilliant,' Vandal thought to himself. He'd probably bring it up afterwards, but to say it now would kill the mood almost as fast as telling a Joker story would.

Vandal Savage was fully aware of the Lounge uniform's lack of coverage, which he demonstrated by slowly kissing his way down below her neck, eventually settling at the top of her breasts. He had plenty to kiss here, anyways, so why not spend the time to do it?

Savage, on the other hand, understood it perfectly well, since he'd been an adviser to and close friend of Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte back during the Napoleonic Wars. He turned his head to look at Emily, and replied in French with a smile, "La jalousie ne vous convient pas, Mademioselle Dew. Peut-être que vous préférez voir votre rôle inversé avec le sien?" A direct translation of this would be 'Jealousy doesn't suit you, Miss Dew. Perhaps you'd rather see your role reversed with hers?'