"And yet you don't seem to mind in the least." With an almost wry smile, Idris turned his attention to his refilled drink, taking a hearty swig. Vanessa's laughter was pleasant and Idris remained pleased that his new neighbor, and dare he say acquaintance, was clearly enjoying herself. With time, it was possible she might officially become something akin to a friend, which Idris wouldn't mind in the least. With only a floor separating the two of them there was no doubt they'd run into one another outside of Muldoon's.
And more importantly, though he wasn't going to waste much time thinking of it right now, Idris couldn't deny the perplexing feeling of ease he felt around this woman. It was normal for him to feel self-assured, to not be overly self-conscious when pursuing someone, even if it was only for a short period of time. Suffice to say that for Idris, such a part of life was a form of ease within itself, though he never could settle down for long enough to satisfy any serious commitment wanting partners. Perhaps then it was simply the action of roving, of playing the field, that allowed him to feel peaceful.
As peaceful as someone like Idris could ever feel, that is. And this odd ease he felt when speaking with this woman was different in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on; it was merely enhanced by her hand upon his leg, a forward action, just another way of her asserting her presence. He made no outward motion of noticing what she had done save for a direct look at her, his smile smaller now but still clearly, though faintly, amused.
"Well, I'd hope that's true. I don't think I could stand living at a place with nothing but one boring tenant after another. And you," he said, "don't fit that description, if tonight is anything to go by." He glanced downwards, noting the striped socks she wore that showed just barely from within her boots. "I'd say it's going to be plenty of fun living near you."