She was at home in the light. He thought, despite the natural effect bare skin has, that she was perfectly in her element, naked and showered by the sun. He was incredibly tempted to pull the sprout free, but he was learning to leave at least that much of her alone. Some care needed to be taken, if she was to bloom. He needed her functional. And he thought he'd truly not forgive himself if such base impulses cost him this creature. There were many other whims to sate.<br/><br/>Her added details were treacherously discrete. At first he couldn't conceive of why he felt another presence in the moving car. His sister's scar held his attention for a while, and it hardened his mouth, but before he could ask, she was speaking and living Greta with her demeanor. Kedrick shifted against the leather, but didn't seek out his own door in retreat. Greta's memory didn't need so much reverence.<br/><br/>"You..." he said, fascinated as he reached to stroke his thumb under a transformed eye. Complicated little trick. "I was interrupted yes." he agreed as the possibility swelled inside him, and delivered it to her without delay, like seamless gossip. Nobody to stop him. "It was rude, I think. By someone who should know their place." he continued as he tried the complexion which still held traces of the nectar she lost when broken.<br/><br/>"Would you like to make amends?" he asked, deliberating with the suddenly monstrous greed in him. In his own heart, he didn't know if he was asking Iris to take the fault of the concierge or if he was simply pretending Greta was in the car, already. "I believe an apology is owed." It was a small start, but he was suddenly curious as to what kind of scene Iris could put up, if she wore Greta's silhouette and knew his desires.