Re: Jeremiah & Janis
Janis stopped just inside the hall to give the cat a wary close-lipped look, and she relaxed when it disappeared. You could never tell with cats. Sometimes they saw right through the mortal coil and sometimes they didn't. Or maybe they always saw through it and sometimes didn't care. She never really had the chance to decide whether or not she particularly liked animals, and none resided with her at the Bus Stop. The only ones she regularly conversed with were either werewolves or hellhounds, both of whom tended to hate her, so that gave one a certain perspective.
"Coffee with something stronger wouldn't be a bad thing," she replied, without the usual concern of beautiful women visiting strange men's houses. "I'm pretending it's spring, but the sooner it's April, the better." From her purse she fished her cellphone, a middling iPhone with no case and significant wear, and sliding it into her back pocket, she left her purse on the first couch she saw. The beautiful central room reminded her a great deal of Lucifer's current house, but this one had a more lived-in feel, with less razor blade art.
She ran her eyes over the bar cart, not with any thirst, just with a curiosity to see what kind of taste he had. Then she ambled to the kitchen and looked around at any evident cookware with more than professional interest. "A lot nicer than my place. I'm messier, too."