[His eyes flick down, he can't help it. They don't linger, at least, and settle easily enough on her face when she opens the door. Something almost like a smirk crosses his face, and he dips his head as he steps past her.]
Very kind, [he drawls, and waits for her to close the door before heading toward the bar, leaning over it to see what's stocked.] What would you like?
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Date: 2013-07-20 04:59 am (UTC)From:Very kind, [he drawls, and waits for her to close the door before heading toward the bar, leaning over it to see what's stocked.] What would you like?