"Nothing at all," he assured her with a grin. Zio then gave a casual little shrug and lead her deeper into his apartment. With a clear gesture, he invited her to claim a seat on the dark-colored couch, all clean and modern lines. "Please make yourself comfortable. I have water, tea?"
Zio slipped into the kitchen but the fairly open floor-plan allowed him to watch her over the counter and through the pass-through. As he got glasses down, he observed her graceful movements with approval, noting how flattering the tailoring of the skirt was. Unseen, he smirked a bit. "Or is it too early for wine?"