His smile was infectious and she grinned back at him but shook her head slightly, pressing her finger against his lips. "Shh, quieter, I share the apartment," she murmured, gaze flickering towards the door then back to him. "Daimon," she murmured his name, liked the way it felt in her mouth and the lilt her accent gave it. It was an interesting name, he was an interesting man. Her first instinct had been to tell him to leave (quietly, carefully), but now she reconsidered. The door was locked, after all, perhaps he would stay a little while.