"He scares me because I don't believe everything is driven by sex." Charity said, standing and moving towards her bookcase-- she had a special section set aside for the writings of Freud-- a very interesting man who drew many to either love him or hate him. "As you can see, I've studied in Great detail." she said, and next to the books was the frame that had held her and friend last time he'd been in. Now it was a picture of she and one of her girlfriends standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, making rather strange faces and gestures.
"Maybe in the next life you can come back as a cat." Charity teased, moving to sit in one of the chairs as she realized she'd still had on her pointe shoes, as she untied them from her ankle. "My work in London isn't always academic." she laughed uncomfortably.