Alison *thinking*: Shit, like I believe that. But, he's a bit too gifted to pass up.
Alison: Right then. Well, I'll be right back.
Alison bent over in front of him and tugged on the zipper of her shoe a little, giving him an eyeful while doing so.
Alison: Sorry, had to fix my shoe.
She proceeded to walk back behind the bar and into the storage room, shaking her hips a little more for him this time.