The first thing he went for was the Fae wine, exactly where Jen had told him it would be. He didn't even stop off at the restroom, thinking not to waste time on keeping up the pretense. Especially if he had the wine in hand. Then, at his leisure, he looked around the upstairs room full of artifacts, thrumming with delight and his skin crawling with the intoxicating power in the room. Jen had a wonderful space here and everything looked fun to touch. Goodman didn't, softly chiding himself to behave and he did an ok job of listening until...he saw the necklace.<br/><br/>Immediately, Goodman recognized the design of the amulet as Unseelie, the runic design and construction of the gold so very<i>sidhe</i>in technique. Power coaxed at him from the bowl it sat nestled in, like a sultry singer on stage had singled him out in the crowd, voice melodiously stroking at him. He didn't remember picking it up but once he had it in his hands looking at it with glowing eyes filled pink and purple iridescence, he felt unable to return it to its resting place. Well....shit. He hadn't planned on stealing from Jen but... It could very well be this was what she referred to when talking of being able to heal his curse. Would it be polite to simply take it off her hands and do it for himself rather than burden her with the task? He thought so. Or, at least, that was the justification he used for tucking the amulet away into the warded interdimensional pocket in his leather vest.<br/><br/>It felt both exhilarating and nerve-wracking to have it in his possession, as if the little bowl in that room screamed out loud the thing that was missing from it. Hopefully, Jen wouldn't notice as much as he thought she might.<br/><br/>Walking out of the room, Goodman paused before heading down the stairs, a naughty grin sliding onto his features as he spotted the bedroom door. Left ajar from when Jen had come up here to redress, Goodman slinked over smoothly, nudging the gap wider to peek inside the spacious bedroom. It smelled divine, like flowers and cold death, romantic and macabre all at once. He was tempted to roll in her bed. Instead, he made his way over to her dresser and like the lecherous fiend he was, opened the top drawer to paw through her delicates.<br/><br/>He was in the middle of lifting up a very spicy lacy pair when Jen's voice hollered to him from downstairs. Glancing to the doorway, his nervous grimace turned into an impish grin as he gently sniffed the clean, perfumed under garment before tucking it away into the same portal pocket.<br/><br/>"Coming!" he shouted ahead of himself, lazily sauntering out of the room with a light chuckle, returning the door to its almost closed position before tossing up the Fae wine bottle and lightly catching it. There was a whistled tune coming from him as he lightly jogged dwn the steps.<br/><br/>"Wine delivered as requested, madame," Goodman drawled as he swaggered into the kitchen, setting the beautifully arcane bottle onto the countertop.<br/><br/>Glancing around the living room, he gave a wave to the newcomer and noted with a grin that King had returned. As had the hellhound, which he tried not to be nervous about.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Just so everyone knows, Goodman steals from Jen this night, coordinated with permission. So, nobody reveal this plot point, please. He's gonna get away with it. *thumbs up*</div>
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