While she still felt a bit shaken about her meeting with his roommate, she wanted to concentrate more on him. Something had been off, because her body clearly still remembered the feeling she had standing in front of Lucifer. "Well, I have enough for both of us," she said, having missed the joke completely.
When he moved closer, she'd expected a little more, but he'd stopped. Maybe they weren't at hugging yet. They hadn't really hugged that night after they burned his hands. That was definitely not a first date play, but it was a show of trust or something right? "So where are we doing this?" she said suddenly. There were only the beds and like two chairs, but he was definitely way taller than her and she wasn't going to be able to sit in front of him. He was probably going to have so sit and she was going to have to loom over him.
That sounded good, but they'd definitely need light, so she took his hand and led him to the bed nearest the window and tossed her hat aside. It was a big hat, but she felt like you couldn't just set it down. She'd pick it up later. "Sit right here," she said, not having let go of his hand just yet. Her hair had been braided up messily to the side and hung over her shoulder and her make-up wasn't nearly as dark as it usually was, but she still had the thick eyeliner thing going on for sure.