"Tell me, what would you say if I were to ask you to be my lover?" He leaned back in his chair, one elbow propped on the armrest as he watched you intently."You've piqued my curiosity," Han admitted, his voice low and seductive. "I find myself wanting to know more about the woman who hides behind the bar." His fingers lightly traced the rim of his glass, drawing slow circles as he watched you intently.