"Exactly," she replied cheerfully. Her drink was set in front of her, and she twisted a little to face him, crossing her legs to reveal a bit more of her pale thigh. His next remark earned a little laugh before the compulsion set in like a bit of a haze; still, it didn't yet register. There was nothing weird about being asked one's name, and it wasn't like she cared enough to create an alias.

"Isabelle," she answered easily, not batting an eye as she took a sip of the drink, maintaining eye contact all the while.