When he opened the door, Lane could somehow sense that his energy felt different. There were multiple things she could chalk this up to, either the emphatic abilities that seemed to be on overdrive around him, or just the general witchy senses that also felt more acute lately. Both of those things set her apart from Adella, which actually caused her to feel more at peace with what she had seen before. Maybe her soul had been recycled, but the woman in her past life seemed to lack a lot of Lane's softer edges. Lane couldn't help but wonder if that was why she had sought out the connection to her ancestor, she had spent so much of her life wanting to be someone else. Someone who seemed a bit less complicated than she did. Now she knew clearly that Adella was no less complicated, and perhaps worse off. Maybe that was why Lane suddenly felt a little stronger in her own shoes.<br/><br/>She entered his apartment with a smile, despite the strange static she got off of him, and took in a deep breath. "Ooh, that smells good. I'm not sure I can remember the last time a boyfriend cooked for me," she said and then immediately regretted her choice in phrasing. James was not her boyfriend, he was merely a one-night stand at this point that seemed fully intent on becoming much more. She would be lying to herself if she said she did not want the same, but she was still a little gun shy. It was not just her track record at this point, it was the realization that a man that had lived as long as he had was likely to have a plethora of skeletons in his closet.<br/><br/>"I brought wine." She said, holding up the bottle like a child looking for a pat on the head. "I would have brought a homemade dessert, but this was the best I could manage on short notice." She showed the box of cookies she had in her other hand, one that he would be able to tell had come from the coffee shop side of her store. Lane was not old-fashioned about much, but when it came to manners and sharing gifts, she was the generous sort.<br/><br/>"Although if you're going to be drawing blood, I should probably go easy on the alcohol, yeah? Not exactly a heavy drinker on my best day." At this point she caught herself, she was talking just to fill the silence because this situation felt awkward. She had never had her brains banged out by some magical whiz who wasn't really all that magical. She had no precedent for what this meant, or how this night was supposed to go.