I'm gonna ask for your . . .

Indulgence. (Track #2 from Seven Women

Oh, hell.  This is the ultimate "come on" line . . .stretched way out.  Who hasn't seen this scenario? 

She's hot.  She's not young.  Her mind is sharp and she can take you out with a sideways glance.  She does not suffer fools lightly. She dispenses them with a subtle dispassion that most of them don't even comprehend.  You are rewarded with a half smile for your quiet appreciation -- for your resistance. 

You study her profile as the last loser shuffles his way to the other end of the bar.  There is pain there.  Wisdom. Indifference.

You ask for her indulgence.