Nora took her time in the shower, letting the water roll down her back. Soothing her sore, but relaxed body, maybe having vigorous sex was what she needed to loosen herself up with. And now that she wasn't so freaked out, she could blush at the way he'd touched her. How his big hands had handled her with a mixture of rough and gentleness. And it stayed on her mind as she washed her hair and body, his face keeping her company in her mind when she rinsed off. As she was stepping out of the shower once she cut the water, she heard a knock, followed by a voice.<br/><br/>Grabbing a towel and wrapping herself in it, she hurried to the bedroom door and opened it. Seeing another man at the door, she slowly opened it. "Please, call me Nora. I'm no one special." This man might listen to Dante, but Nora wouldn't mind having him as a friend. Someone to keep her company if or when Dante got busy with work. "You must think I'm crazy, or not normal for not fighting him off. I don't blame you if you think that, maybe I've never really been wired right in the first place." Simply shrugging, she turned and sat on the bed, keeping the towel wrapped around her. Her hair, now washed up, framed her face while it air dried, her skin smelled fresh as well. "What's Dante like, with women? Or am I some special case?"