Her reaction seemed to encourage him though he still remained rather bashful as he chuckled lightly. He had flirted before but that had ended as fast as it had begun. This was the story of his love life when he did have one, his relationships tended to cool or soured swiftly after his virus induced rage or his frequent mental instability came to light. He was pretty much viewed as a loose cannon or insane these days, not titles he disagreed with often. “Nah I think you would be pretty no matter what…” he realized how forward that was but he decided not to apologize for it, after all it was true in his opinion.
Quietly he studied her attire. She seemed so covered, as if she were trying to hide within her garments as he often tried to do yet this was different. Rogue was beautiful and prefect and well deserving of the light while he belonged to shadow and imperfection. They were opposites yet so alike at the same time. Jared decided to change subjects to try and keep his mind focused on the conversation and not her girlish prettiness “So…umm….you got a place to stay? A flat or something? I live at the Hyperion myself” he rubbed his scalp nervously.