The words that tumbled out of the fools mouth now made her and the other staff members sweat. Mr. Caulfield probably didn't realize it but he wasn't just threatening her livelihood with his his curious little musings but her entire establishment. Still, Felicity had one last card up her sleeve, and as Caulfield jumped from one voiced thought to the next Phil grew very very close to him, until his last word was met with a kiss.
Now Felicity didn't just have the Veela charm, she too had the skills necessary to back it up. Lips locked and her tongue snaked past his as she caught the final word. She toying, taunted, and tussled with him. Her goal to fill him further with the inexplicable wanton lust he was already feeling for her. When lips parted she dared to steal what was left of his breath. "Listen very closely to me Mr. Caulfield, how I care to present myself is my business and mine alone. Should you wish to share any of your, discoveries, from tonight with the world, I dare say no one will believe you, in fact they may even think your trying to hide a secret of your own." Her gaze slowly traveled down to his trousers. "Wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea now would you? After all...we've had quite a few witnesses of our desire for one another just now." Her gaze shifted to her bartender, her usher, her stage manager, her performers, her staff. If he was going to take her down. She was going to take him with her.