The door opened, and if Hyperion was a younger man, a man less in control, his jaw surely would have dropped. She was bloody gorgeous, but of course he'd already known that. And then she spoke, and that sense of humor that had tugged at his gut yesterday shined through then, and he chuckled warmly. "Oh good, I'm hoping to rack up a surplus to make up for those times I'll lose points," he replied in mock seriousness.
"Oh no, these are definitely for you," he assured ZJ, enjoying the way she'd looked at the flowers. Some girls loved getting flowers, some found it an overused gesture, but he'd hoped that even if she were in the second group, the fact that he'd chosen an unconventional flower would win him points. He dug in a pocket with his free hand and then brought it out with a little bag of cat treats he'd picked up this morning, wanting to be prepared in case she did indulge his whim tonight. "These are for Nancy."
He stepped into the flat, but stayed near the door, knowing that she was a rather intense temptation and not wanting to succumb to it until after he'd taken her out on a proper, if unconventional, date. "I'm sure you're aware, but I've got to say, you look stunning, Zahara," he murmured to her, intentionally pitching his voice a bit deeper and playing up his accent, even as he held the flowers and cat treats for her to take.