It was a lot to take in and Goodman was certainly no prude but--was she coming onto him? It kinda felt like she was. The sultry tone of her voice, the lazy roll of her form as she sat back on the couch, the feathered stroke of her eyelashes against her pale cheeks. Whatever Jen was doing, whether it was on purpose or just an effect of her powers, Goodman felt affected by it.<br/><br/>He wasn't really sure what to say about the Fae - or any of it really - not wanting to reveal his crime to her. Would she be less willing to help him if she knew he deserved to be cursed? In any case, he was saved from making any concrete response other than, "Yeah, those sidhe can be...interesting to deal with..." by the knock at the door.<br/><br/>Releasing a sigh of relief under his breath, Goodman relaxed on the couch and watched as the door opened to admit a new woman in white now, standing out among their black clad punk rock group. He too wondered at King's absence but raised a glass of whiskey and smirked in welcome to the new girl whom he did not as of yet recognize.