[Nathan jumps, muttering a subdued "Jesus" under his breath when Rise slams the door shut behind him. He runs a hand through his hair, looking positively put-out (despite the fact that he was just let in) as he rubs his hands together for warmth.]
So you're not up for a shag, then. That answers question one. [He puts up his hands defensively in front of him, as if anticipating a blow to the head.] Sorted. You don't strike me as my type, anyway, no offense.
[She's so pretty, after all. That means she's probably incredibly hard to please, and he really needs someone with low standards to make things work. He breezes onto the next topic as if he hadn't said anything at all offensive.]
So! Sleeping areas, one for you, one for me. Let's see. No staircase, in case it's one of those hidden-in-the-bookcase type deals. [He looks around, beginning to circle the living room.] This place'll do well enough for me, I think. I'll even be a gentleman and take the floor.
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So you're not up for a shag, then. That answers question one. [He puts up his hands defensively in front of him, as if anticipating a blow to the head.] Sorted. You don't strike me as my type, anyway, no offense.
[She's so pretty, after all. That means she's probably incredibly hard to please, and he really needs someone with low standards to make things work. He breezes onto the next topic as if he hadn't said anything at all offensive.]
So! Sleeping areas, one for you, one for me. Let's see. No staircase, in case it's one of those hidden-in-the-bookcase type deals. [He looks around, beginning to circle the living room.] This place'll do well enough for me, I think. I'll even be a gentleman and take the floor.