Everything in Goodman froze at those words. Could she? That would really be something. Could it be that easy? Go to a Christmas party, get drunk, open presents, and cure his curse? Like, while haunting seasonal gothic rock music played? It almost felt like he might be getting away with his theft after all.<br/><br/>Full of warmth and pompous gratitude, Goodman nodded at Jen, but said nothing for now, content to let her offer hang, accepted between them. Secretly, he rejoiced.<br/><br/>As an explanation of her powers and abilities was forthcoming, Goodman felt himself tense in excitement rather than anxiety. Yes, he thought he sensed power in this house. He hadn't come here with the intent to pick anything up but soul dammit...his fingers itched. What goodies were lingering here? What precious artifacts of untold power laid in her drawers and cabinets? All he wanted to do was...look...that's all. He could behave himself, truly he could. It was way too soon after the Unseelie fiasco for him to go stumbling into trouble again. Besides, he'd been honest with King; if he didn't find a way to behave and redeem himself, Santa wouldn't come to him.<br/><br/>"A blood witch with incubus leanings? Or is that simplifying it too much?" His eyes did stroke appreciatively over the curve of her legs and hip at the mention of her carnal focused magick and he had to admit that made him curious as well. But with the way she and King interacted, he wasn't sure what he boundaries were or what he'd be stepping into if he were to... "touch" that.<br/><br/>"I collect artifacts, mostly Fae in nature," he admitted. "I also make deals and collect secrets from people in exchange for wishes granted. A hobby of mine and helpful if I ever have a need to collect on a valuable debt. Lately, I've been doing a bit of charity work..." Because good works - enough of them at least - could absolve him of pursuit from getting his ass dragged to hell.