Re: Marvel, Saranac Lake: Sylvie & Dec & Clem
[Clementine got some pleasuring out of Declan's real reluctance to play the gentleman. Carrying the bag, giving her a tour of the place that could only be called a cabin on account of all its wood, it wasn't what he was inclined to do any, and it had always pleased her real well to make him do things he didn't want to do. Might seem strange in other families, with other folks, but there was something about it that made Clementine happy as a bee with a honeycomb. And there wasn't a bit of doubt that the cabin was beautiful plenty. It reminded her of summers in the country, of their daddy's hunting cabin there, the one the man had died in, and she wondered if Declan'd taken this place on account of that.
She stared a spell, and maybe it was too long some, but there wasn't a thing for it.] You take to hunting? [She asked it like it didn't matter any, and like she wasn't thinking of that man dead in a bed, his face smashed in with his hunting rifle. His mention of the sleeping arrangement drew her out of morbid thinking, and she raised a real carefully done blonde brow.] You making me share a room with someone I ain't bedding down with?
[Chuckle, that was what she did when he said she needed to keep on out of his room. She'd do it if she was inclined, or if there was a real good lock on the door. She'd never picked up lockpicking, on account of it being work, common and something that took some setting a mind to without a whole lot of winning involved. It was easier to just pay someone to come change the lock.
She glanced up those stairs, and then she slid her hand low on his back when he offered something to drink, as she moved around him and away from that path leading up.] You got bourbon?