Innuendo makes way for the obvious trumpet of direct questions, and Jadzia chuckles into her glass, has a private moment of amusement with the alcohol warming her own chilly veins. She's heated with a want for good company to go with her good ale, however, and the gaze she levels at this man who's so accidentally forward is unmistakable.

"I think I already mentioned that as long as they're interesting, they can go far." There's teeth exposed by thin but shapely painted lips when she smiles. Wolfish, because for all her power and ability she's also a pack animal, one who genuinely thrives on company. She's never unwilling or cornered, and if she was - you would know. "I can go far."

It's fast but exciting, and Jadzia's caught between asking for his profession or just asking his room number when the bartender saves her the trouble. Frowning set to put flames in his bartop, he still stops short of actually pushing Loki away from the counter, although he does crowd up to him. "You see those Betazoids by the door? This is their spot every Thursday, I'm afraid you're going to have to move."