[Zhao's tongue worked to move the ice cube around deftly in his mouth until he finally bit down on it and chewed enough to swallow. His smile never slipped. He chuckled softly at the response and then waited for the refill of whiskey before replying. He took a sip of alcohol first to wash down the ice.]

I do have a pretty strong drive hit me from time to time--and what better way to satisfy than to go in hard and fast with someone worth the effort?

[Would flattery get him anywhere? He didn't know yet but he was having fun twisting his words around either way.]

As for what I would find useful or not... well, that's my prerogative, now isn't it?