Sometime I liked to think that things would change if my targets did not come on to me. But my handler also liked to remind me every now and then that their fates were predestined.

It was either me or some random human, he had assured. Not that it was assuring in any way, I was no professional killer but I didn't like how he made me sound expendable when we both knew that was not the case.

"Hey," a soft voice chirped from my side, prompting me to look up from the bloody Mary that had received the better half of my attention tonight.

"Yeah?" I answered, just as softly, using the beat of silence that followed to examine my target.

She was pretty, as always. Curly red hair framed her features up to her jaw, where the beginning of her turtleneck began.

A part of me wanted to quirk an eyebrow. We were in a bar and it was summer, but to each his own I supposed.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The question came with an equally inviting smile.

"Sure," I smiled back and looked down at the glass in my hand, the one I hadn't touched since I had sat here and positioned myself just for her viewing entertainment.

She thought I didn't notice her watching me, it was no matter. It only took twenty minutes for her to approach me, which I should praise as a valiant effort because others would have marched right up to me the moment they saw me.

Things were no longer how they used to be when a single job took me at least five years to complete. Back then people didn't confuse love with lust, sex was still the prize of marriage and men still feared God-whichever one they served.

Seduction was harder then, more challenging. Every tug I took on a target's willpower filled me with euphoria. It wasn't a sin to flirt, it was sin to give in.

Most times I enjoyed the journey, the destination just being a plus. Nowadays though, it was only about the sex.

Eons ago I couldn't imagine a boy with no hair on his chest putting his hands on a girl and calling it love.

Then again, I shouldn't be bitter, the world today made my job easier. One night was all it took to get into someone's bed at a bar.

I raised my head and smiled again, only now noticing that it was green irises that stared back at me. "Want," I looked back down. "Want to get out of here?"

Fingers slid over my arm then into my fingers. "Sure."

"I- I'll pay," I offered quietly.

"No need," she winked at the bartender who I had ignored through most of my wait.

I tend to do that, focusing all my attention on my target. I didn't like toying with the emotions of those not on The List since it got me in trouble with my handler.

So with that we left, my target dragging me like a lost puppy all the way to her bed.

Most didn't understand that seduction was not all about physical attraction and lust, it was not all about allure and temptation. It was about giving in, giving up, giving out.

Seduction was all about knowing when not to take.