Buy her a drink

You've managed to get on the innkeeper's good side over the last few days spent here, and you find yourself correct in thinking that he'll send the paladin standing down the bar from you a drink--something with a bit more class than the average mug of ale.

You spare a glance over as she receives it. She raises an eyebrow, and you see her lean in to question the bartender. As he indicates you, you make what you hope is a good show of minding your own business. Within a minute, you hear a crystal clear voice at your side.

"It's not poisoned, I can tell that much. So what's your angle?"

You look to your right and see her with an elbow propped up on the bar. Her other hand holds the drink, a cup of dwarven mushroom spirits, and she smiles wryly. "Angle? I didn't expect a classy lady like yourself to be quite so cynical."

Her smile widens for just a moment before she speaks again. "I'm not the fresh squire you expecte, then. But now that I've satisfied your curiosity, would you care to do the same for me?"