Rosie nodded, "of course, right away," she looked at Nessa, "and you, mistress," Rosie asked.<br/>"Same," Nessa said, moderately flustered by the housekeeper's appearance.<br/><br/>"right away," the gynoid said, moving off to the small kitchen to prepare the drinks.<br/><br/>Nessa let go as she felt the tension in his shoulder rise. "Oh... I'm sorry," she said, her voice apologetic as she backed away, I," she sighed slightly, "sometimes I get carried away with myself. I, ah, don't have much experience with outworlders, not in person, anyway," she took his bags from him and set them at the foot of the bed. "When I'm talking to someone over the 'net I'm just normal old Vanessa," she said. "In person, all the dryad biochemical tricks do their thing and I get a little carried away. Most around here know it comes with dealing with us, I guess..." she laughed a little, "I guess I should have warned you." She straightened up and unconsciously stretched her arms over her head, thrusting her breasts out and causing her shirt to ride up, "as for the bed, its yours if you don't mind sharing more often than not," she chuckled, "hell, this apartment may as well be yours for all the time I'll spend here. Unless," her gaze turned smoldery for a moment as she locked gazes with him, "that's what you want," she said in a silky-smooth seductive voice.<br/><br/>Her expression changed a moment later, back to the perky-eyed, excited and curious face she'd had when they first met, "now then," she perched herself on the edge of the bed, biting her lip, "we can either clear the tension from the room now, or later."