Re: Pippin & Jeremiah; March Residence.
He didn't have particular concern about her shoes. Someone came into clean every so often, and floors were floors, although these were certainly some of the nicest he'd ever lived in. In the meantime, he reached for a bottle of gin and poured himself another portion of it before turning his gaze back to her, smiling at her reaction.
"I'm glad you like it," was all he said, mission one accomplished at least. Although to be honest he wasn't certain what the missions were. At one point he had been a more obvious Casanova, and maybe his choice of costume had been at least an attempt to revive what he'd once felt like for a night. And now the mask was gone, and with it, some of the - not confidence, exactly, but the carelessness with which he was approaching anything.
She was a real woman standing in front of him, not a fairy, and he wasn't Casanova not truly, which she seemed to get. "That's possibly smart," he told her. Although he wasn't entirely certain he believed it. "Certainly it'll make it easy for me to not be a disappointment if you don't have expectations." His gaze flickered across her face, the way her cheeks seemed pink, and then he nodded his head towards the fireplace. "Come sit down," he told her.
"This is Espresso," he pointed to the black and white cat that was lounging on the back of the sofa, surveying her with some skepticism. "Somewhere is my newest acquisition - Cinnamon. But she's younger and I don't know where she's gotten off to."
Heart followed him over, and as if she knew exactly what to expect, she curled up in front of the fireplace, and Jeremiah reached for the controls to turn it on. It wasn't exactly cold these days, but it also wasn't particularly warm, and the windows in the house were good, but still - there were a lot of them.
"So tell me about yourself, Green Fairy who is not a fairy. I know you like ghosts, and you are geeky about science, and we've been in Repose about the same length of time..." She hadn't dressed up sexy which was interesting. Either she didn't want it, or she didn't do that, and either - was different than what he might have expected.