"Good answer," Irene shoots back. There's something pleased but vicious in her voice, with an undertone that suggests she could easily say good girl instead.

She leans in close, mouth at Odessa's ear; "Though I think you might regret it." There's a sudden temptation to nip at her ear lobe, but that's a little familiar. Still, Irene enjoys the moment of proximity and warmth, the smell of her client's skin. It's nice to have a woman avail of her services, and an attractive one at that. "I'll ruin you, dear."

It's a threat and a promise all at once.