Tim was inordinately pleased with himself. His previous interaction with D. Hockney had been on his first foray into the forums and he had enjoyed their conversation immensely. After a while, she had been pushed to the far corners of his memory, only to be brought squarely back into focus the day after the masquerade in which her picture had been published in the newspaper. It had reminded him of her and he recalled wondering if she liked riddles, so he had decided to just pester her with puzzles. All of them had been found on a website, and she had answered all of them efficiently. He hadn't bothered checking her answers after the first two riddles. What was the point if she was always right?
It seemed, considering her presence in his apartment, that he had agitated her. Tim had a feeling very few people managed to get under her skin, and he quite enjoyed his success. Perhaps he could press his luck further during her visit. It certainly wouldn't hurt to try and throw her off her game. It would be an exercise in patience on his part, he imagined, but probably quite a bit of fun.
"You would fit in just as well without the stockings and slingbacks," he replied, taking a bite of his dinner. At her second question, he grinned. "I entertain a good number of guests in my apartment of varying hair colors, but I do prefer brunettes. They have a certain...way about them that is far too enticing." Tim smirked, taking another few bites.
"You know what, I need something to drink," he said after a moment, putting his plate down and standing. "Want anything while I'm up? I've got the most delicious french vanilla creamer in the fridge, if you'd like to try that," he suggested, glancing at the coffee cup.