Her brows rose slightly as he almost…stumbled over his words, that was awkward, he was usually so full of himself… “Hestia, Oliver.” She said easily, almost a hint curtly. “I think we’re far past proper titles.” Hell, she’d thought they’d been over those for nearly a year…
As he looked at her, (strange she didn't remember him ever actually looking at her, more like ogling) she finally just sighed, and let her shoulders drop, giving him an honest smile; something that nearly reached her eyes. "Did you want to come in?" She said softly, moving from the door. It wasn't his fault the baby was screaming, and he was being rather- not full of himself for once. "I'll make some tea..."