After hours... - Gilded Cage

He smiled and kissed her. "Yeah. I'm gonna." Then he shook his head. "Don't use ya Presence on a Tremere. Use ya voice."

"Then break the mirror in?" and then looking at him "Why not?"

He shook his head. "Don't know tha full thing. But they got some kina protection from Presence."

She nods "Need me to help with the mirror? And I'll remember that."

He sat her down. Kissed her forehead. "Naw. I got it."

She nods at him "I've got no tools." looking up at him "Need me to get the doors?"

He grinned. "Yeah. That would help." He started back for the door.

She grabbed her keys, then went to follow him barefoot, out into the hall, closing her door, and shaking her head.

He looked over his shoulder at her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing wrong, I was thinking you remembered." gently bumping his side "Not use to it." looking up at him "I know get use to it..." with a genial smile.

He laughed. "Yeah, that's me. Mister Thoughtful."

"Well thoughtful wasn't where my mind was going." pushing the down button. Looking over at him with a wicked smile.

His brow rose quizzically. "It wasn't?"

"No it was back to the mention of a mirror was needed....." stepping into the elevator and looking at him with an almost innocent smile she can't keep for longer than 2 seconds.

His brows rose. "I getcha."

"Come on, you park in the garage or the street?" Reaching for the buttons.

He laughed. "Garage. Impatience."

Pushing the button "I am not impatient" then with a soft sigh "Ok so I am but I didn't say you had to put it up this eve." with a low chuckle.

He laughed. "Might as well. I lugged it over here."

LOoking back and up at him "Good" then leans back on him while waiting for the elevator to finish it's desent."

He slid one arm around her waist. "Ya really ain't used ta me are ya?"

Looking up to him "No." then seems to be pondering something and says softly "Not at all."

He kissed the top of her head. "Sorry if I freak ya out."

"Not the right words, just realize some nights are better than others, but I'm not use to how you treat me at all." leaning back against him again.

He chuckled. "Like a lady when ya happen ta be dressed an' a whore when ya ain't?" He shrugged one shoulder. "Been my experience that losta women like it."