[ Her hand welcoming him in is a nice change from all the recent events in his (post-mortem) life, and he barely has the mind to look around him to inspect the living area when her charm pulls him further into the apartment. Instinctually, he licks his lips; odd, since he suddenly finds his mouth rather dry.
In the back of his mind, he's hoping that she's leading him to her room, because at this moment she could probably drag him to the edge of a cliff and he'd fall right off with her, completely unsuspecting. He is but a mortal man, and one that's rather been running on fumes as of late. It's time to let out all that steam. ] You strike me as the kinda woman who won't hold back an appraisal.
[ --Or her disdain, but he's going to be doing his damndest to avoid that. He steps up beside her. ] Tell me what you want.
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In the back of his mind, he's hoping that she's leading him to her room, because at this moment she could probably drag him to the edge of a cliff and he'd fall right off with her, completely unsuspecting. He is but a mortal man, and one that's rather been running on fumes as of late. It's time to let out all that steam. ] You strike me as the kinda woman who won't hold back an appraisal.
[ --Or her disdain, but he's going to be doing his damndest to avoid that. He steps up beside her. ] Tell me what you want.