[Flattery will get you anywhere, judging by Saxsice's wide, delighted grin. She lets the strangeness of the previous comments slide in favor of adjusting herself in her chair and preening a little.] Well, ain't you sweet. It's sure different from my normal type'a clothes, but I agree, I think I'm rockin' it.

[Then she shifts her glass to her right hand, offering her left one to shake.] Saxsice King, pleasure's all mine, Chloe.