Strangely enough, the music shifted from the harsh, head-banging induced tones of metal to the soothing sound of Stevie Nicks. Gold Dust Woman blasted from the speakers as she practically slid on bare feet to open her door. She gestured with her fingers, reaching out with her Magick to open it without touching the knob. It shifted inward and her rich chocolate brown eyes latched onto the figure that stood on her doorstep. Clad in what appeared to be expensive black slacks and an equally expensive looking black button up shirt had her gaze drifting up and down in an obvious display of interest. Her head tilted to the right slightly as she cocked her hip against the door frame.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">Well, well. If it isn't the all mighty King</span>." She stated with a thread of affection and surprise in her musically husky voice. If she wasn't careful, her voice alone could have undoubtedly made almost any male or female she wished to commit acts of sin just so they could hear her speak again. After a few seconds, she took a single step backward, gesturing with a hand for him to enter. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">Come in. Let me take those from you</span>." She offered, reaching out to accept the case of beer and bottle of Whiskey from his grasp.