Tory handed off his jacket to Laura, despite it not having been an imposition to hold it. When she moved off to put it away, Tory was able to look around for the first time. The house was just as neat and well cared for on the inside as it was out. He was not an expert on the layouts of American houses, having never been in one in his life, but he could see up the stairs from here and into two other rooms. It looked as if there was another room around the corner, although he could not look into it.
Hanging from the light in the foyer was a clump of plants. Tory walked over to examine it closer before he recognised it as mistletoe. It had been a long time since he had seen some of the 'kissing plant'. He smiled, amused to see such a whimsical plant here.
Once he got over his initial surprise and amusement, his mind started turning out plans. He shook his head, thinking they were unduly underhanded. He did not need a kiss from Laura, and he did want it unless she offered it. That did not stop the reel of plans and outcomes from playing through the back of his mind.
He cut off the stream of mental images with a vicious thought, finally deciding to simply ask about it. "I do not know how they did it, but I slept through the entire thing." He paused, before adding in a different tone, "Laura, would you come here?" He smiled to himself, amused that he was still going to be underhanded about the whole ordeal. It seemed that despite his plans, his body had other ideas of its own.