Dominic's post had caught him unwinding after yet another long day's worth of job-hunting. He'd packed it in a few hours before, the heat and fruitlessness having begun to make him cranky. It was the same cycle that he'd fought back in Ohio; if he were to wash the make-up off and put on his best suit, the delicate nature of his features would cause muttered debates about his batting preferences and ability to perform the job requirements.
If he were to go en femme, the entire thing would go much more smoothly, greased by the smiles of upper management at the thought of a gorgeous new addition to their lunch-time fantasies. When he gave his name, however, the smiles faded as the eyebrows raised, and it was decided that, despite his glowing references and the forward-thinking policies of the company, it would just be too risky to hire someone like that.
God-damn them all.
Today he'd worn his best skirt suit, and hadn't bothered to remove the make-up after tossing the rest of the dubious finery across the room in a snit (it was a very nice suit, but in his current mood it might as well have been rags.) As a result, when Dominic opens the door Benjamin's still wearing the majority of the day's make-up, though of course freshened up and toned down to suit the occasion. His attire is similarly casual, just a large shirt thrown on over a pair of shorts that would be perfectly at home on any of the female denizens of Pax.
Despite his previously bad day, the smile Benjamin offers in return for the welcome is as bright as previously implied during his and Dominic's first meeting, when he was still recovering from the flight. "Thanks, I appreciate the invitation."
Benjamin takes him up on it, glancing around the entryway enough to insure he didn't knock into or over something. "Where would you like me to put this?" The item in question being the plastic bag in his hand, lightly weighted by, presumably, the cheese he'd mentioned attempting to find.