"You look like a Dante" Nora replied, "Tall, muscular, tattooed. It suits you." Cutting off the water, Nora opened the shower glass door and stepped out, her arms covering her most private parts. Mean while, her red hair looked near black, with it wet and now drip drying. And the make up was gone from her face, her freckles more visible, her lashes naturally long, lips still full even without the enhancement of lipstick. More importantly, she smelled like his shampoo and body wash. "I only used a little, if that's ok? Until I can pick up some of my stuff from my apartment?" She let the question hang between them before answering his own.<br/><br/>"If my friends sober up enough to give a crap, then maybe. My family, they still live back in the small town I was born. They wouldn't know unless my brothers came looking." A hint that she wasn't a native in the city, but no far southern state accent either, so she was in the middle somewhere, as far as her origins were concerned. Snatching up the towel, she winked at him before tucking herself in the towel. "Now now naughty Dante." It wasn't a reprimand, but a soft tease as she settled beside him. "I don't take you for a one girl kind of man, unless I'm wrong, please let me know. I just want you to know that I don't want to be played with." It was a request for him to not hurt her heart, before she leaned into his side. "Guess my white knight turned out to be a dark one."<br/><br/>Pulling away from him, still tucked up tight in the towel, she went back into the bedroom. Going back over to the window, parting the curtain, she leaned up against the sill, letting the moons pale glow dance over her face. "Guess someone answered my prayers huh? Maybe now I won't turn into some old spinster. Who's grumpy and grouchy like the grinch."