"You'd have to be a little liberal with the drugs," she shot back, vague amusement coming to her lips. Mission half-accomplished, Dash. "I'm notoriously hard to poison." Impossible to poison, actually, assuming the poison was something naturally occurring and not man-made, the quirks of her biology worth more than just her exotic appearance.

"But it's ... hard to tell," she continued, once her amusement had faded. "It could be that someone's been following me -- that feeling you get when you know someone's watching you -- or it could be something bigger." If someone was stalking her, however, and that was where this feeling was coming from, then that someone was going to find themselves with a bloody nose when she caught them. She didn't like being watched any more than she liked the feeling that accompanied it.

"Either way. I wouldn't say no to ... " Help. A distraction beyond tea. Whatever he felt like providing.