Adrian talked a big talk, there was no denying that fact and he'd been doing it from the instant that Angelina had moved her things into the spare room of his flat. Though to be honest he'd been doing it for a great deal longer than that. But it had been talk. Well talk aside from the fact that he did enjoy perusing the form of his roommate on every opportunity given and there was the fact that he wouldn't say no to shagging her. Okay he was attracted to her, but like he said he was attracted to a great many people. Didn't mean he acted on it.. all of the time. Just most of the time.
Adrian peered a bit around the flat as he made his way in. No tucked away clothes, no arms of a shirt hanging from the sofa. Well damn. This cold pose a problem eventually. Not now though. He really was looking forward to the no pants rule in the house. Even if Johnson wasn't apparently following suit just yet. He'd have to work on convincing her. His pants hit the floor with a soft thud, the belt normally looped around his waist was still in the bag (and good for that with the fling of the denim it would have gouged a hole in the wall and Adrian did dream of getting his deposit back on this place).
He turned immediately toward the hallway with her answer, shaking his damp hair out of the tie he'd held it back in for the trip home. "Nope, no ministry with me. Though if you're looking for a moresome I'll get on that later." His voice was right through the door by the time he finished. Adrian's hand hesitated on the door knob though, question was he going to get a nasty shock or something worse if he opened it... he hoped not but wouldn't put it past her. "I am doing a thorough inspection." Adrian warned before he opened the door.
"So where are my goods?" Boxer clad his eyes made a sweep of her room and well... didn't see shit. Except for her.