For some reason the way he looked at her made Lucinda want to pull him into the bed with her, but her features gave away no such craving. Immediately she stood up, turning away from him to walk towards her closet. The distance between the two would make her new need fade away, or so she hoped. “I’m being hospitable. You’re glass is empty and I’m willing to refill it. I don’t expect you to know exactly how to be a proper host, though. Where do you even live?”
Once she found the half empty bottle among her designer clothes Lucinda stepped out of the closet. She returned to the edge of her bed where she originated and unscrewed the top of the bottle, refilling Evan’s glass. “We’ve never really done anything but drink, shag, or argue. I think we’ll still with the first choice, it seems like the smart thing to do.”
Watching her move from the bed, he couldn't help but allow his eyes to wander down her frame. Even though she was wearing a loose t-shirt, he could still see the frame of her body from how the fabric waved around her figure. "I have two homes, a small flat that I'm hardly at. More of a place where I can do my missions, and research and what not." He said with a small shrug. "Then previously, after my parents.. Early departure, I gained their manner. That's where I've claimed as my home for now."
As she refilled his glass, he took a long gulp. The burning sensation plagued his throat. "Mm, that's good." He muttered. At her words, he opened his mouth to say a snide comment, but held his tongue. He's already in a bit a trouble with her, so he decided to keep his mouth closed. "Sounds good to me, love."
