[Rella turns around slowly and looks him over. Is she sizing him up? Is she trying to decide how much she actually wants to strip for him? If she's stir-crazy enough to stoop to that level? Whatever she's thinking, she does not have the face of a woman who's particularly impressed with what she sees.

Nonetheless she seems to find it within herself to smile.]

That would be a fun idea, perhaps, were it not for the temperature. We may not be outside but I daresay the chill inside is enough to make such an activity unfortunately uncomfortable.

[She comes away from the window, slowly approaching so she can slide next to him on the couch. It's a little saddening to her that, without her heels, it's hardly as alluring of a walk. Ah, well. Rella rests one elbow on the back of the couch to prop her chin in her palm.]

How about a game of truths and lies? A way to pass the time and get to know one another better.

[As if she has any real interest in sharing things about herself.]