<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You want to come set wards on my apartment now... or will these ghouls warn off other baddies?"  Part of it was legitimate concern for her safety -- but a larger part of it was an ulterior motive.  She had both liquor and adrenaline on board.  She'd just watched him kick down a door, wield a magic shield, and then scare the bejesus out of some scary motherfuckers.<br/>
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Which all meant Cat wasn't looking at him as a wizard right now -- she was looking at him as a damned handsome man that had ticked off each of her buttons without even knowing it.  And impaired as she was, getting him alone in a private space was paramount.  Investigation be damned -- she wasn't going to accomplish much of anything until she'd soothed her blood lust.  And... given her druthers... she wouldn't be doing it alone this time, or with a paper target or punching bag.</span></span>