Archon raised an eyebrow at the objection to the light and flicked it aside, instead lighting up one of the torches along the side of the hall. The flickering red light cause the fiery hair of his favorite Gryffindor as she stood, mildly dazed, wearing a pair of shorts that gave him a tempting glance of her slender, sexy legs. Her tank top didn't help, not hiding much of her ample bust and slender body.<br/><br/>"Miss Holiday, we meet again." he said, pacing toward her, his steps unintentionally predatory. His eyes wandered briefly down her before back up to her eyes, stopping a short distance from her. "A bout of insomnia, hm?" He mused, pretending to consider her story's validity when she suddenly challenged his "prowling". He laughed softly. "If it was anyone else, I wouldn't take that kind of question." He said, sliding his wand back into his belt, suddenly aware of how defined his body was in this shirt. "However, I too have had a bout of insomnia, and thus have been "prowling" the halls. It is only by my ever-wonderful fortune that I've been stumbling into scantily-clad female students along the way. I was actually headed to the Potions chamber. No reason to waste time trying to sleep when I could be brewing something." He said, watching. The way her head was cocked slightly to one side, her hair falling perfectly, she was absolutely adorable. His eyes watched her little shrug, the second strap falling from her shoulder.<br/><br/>"I'd send you back to bed, but I doubt you'd stay there. So you may stay up and about, upon the condition that you accompany me to the lab, so I know you aren't about making trouble or mischief. However... If I'm ever asked about this, I will deny it." he said, and his palms slid slowly up her arms, taking the straps of her tank top and carefully replacing them on her shoulders, hands feeling the goosebumps on her skin, eyes lingering briefly on her bust before coming up. "You're cold." he said. The two-word phrase wasn't a question, but more a statement. In an instant, he pulled off the black cloak, baring his slender, muscular arms. In the flickering light of the fire, it was easy to make out the definition of his flesh, and the circle of shimmering runes that were tattooed on his bicep, in a ring around his right arm, which he offered to her.<br/><br/>"So, potions or bed?"