Phoenix laughed softly and shook her head a little, "Don't worry about waxing poetic. You don't exactly seem like the Lord Byron type. Although..." She leaned down, brushing her lips along his throat, "I bet you could make a great Don Juan if you put your mind to it."
Without another word, she slipped to the floor then started towards the door. "See you later, Ios. And you'd better find me," she paused in his doorway, keeping her back to him though she was looking over her shoulder with one hand braced on his door frame, "For I mean to show the very place where wicked people go." Phoenix winked at him then and headed out of his room to leave him to his thoughts and room service.