( as he passes her, there's a humming in her throat, a sound that's neither committed or unfriendly. she looks after him, impressive figure that he cuts, and scoffs as she close the door. )

I may be a mere mortal, but my attention span is a bit better than that.

( this is a comfortable way for her to answer him. sass and such come easily, and they provide some protection, something for her to rally behind, he has an odd way of trying to keep her ever-so-slightly off-balance. she doesn't like it. it's unnerving to say the least and it's not good to just let someone have the upperhand. even if her resistance is just more amusement for him.

she walks past him now, bare-footed and clad in black leggings and a matching camisole. obviously, she's made no special efforts for him, besides a steaming pot of tea, two mugs, and her notebook which has been set upon the coffee table. she gestures to two armchairs and the couch. )

Would you like something to drink? Or would you like to skip that bit altogether?