[Log: Ash/Dahlia]
Ash lost the battle to keep his expression steady, and his eyebrows shot up as she barged past him. Well that was certainly a greeting. He'd seen less cold-blooded stares on angry sharks. The rage seemed to rise off her in waves, like heat from asphalt on a summer's day. Delicious. He just needed it to be more pointed towards him and he could easily gorge himself stupid. Yes this had been a good idea.
He closed the door softly, maintaining his practised therapist act and followed her trail to take the seat opposite. It took a lot more of his energy than he wanted to admit to stop himself literally licking his lips. Instead, he focused on taking in her form, slumped and clearly hostile. He made no comment on her feet on the table. Little challenges were to be ignored...
The mingling scents made him want to wrinkle his nose, but there was something else there. Underneath all the grease and smokey bar smells something piqued his interest. It lingered in the air like an underlying note in perfume, but he simply couldn't place it. Something he'd encountered before but so long ago the memory of it was just a blur at the edge of his mind.
Unable to decipher the mystery, ash instead decided to do what he did best; talk to fill the silence between them. "Nice bruise," He remarked, indicating vaguely at her eye, "That one business or pleasure?"