Armond was used to people being surprised by his size.  It was far more surprising for Ms. Aviona to be unfazed.<br/><br/>When she introduced herself Armond nodded.  “Yes, the women who moved your things was kind enough to tell me your name, even gave me a description so I’d be able to help you.”  He’d picked up the scent then, like a fresh corpse surrounded by fresh flowers.  While it had only lightly clung to her, it practically rolled of Aviona.  Though, he doubted most people would smell more than the flowers.<br/><br/>Pulling the key from the door, Armond handed to Aviona.  “I hope you ladies have a fun evening.  I’ll be seeing you around.”  He closed the door softly but firmly.  Walking back into his room, he glanced at his closet, standing in silent contemplation on whether to check its contents.  Waving the thought away, he pulled a pair of earbuds, and noise cancelling headphones from his dresser and went to bed.<br/><br/>At sunrise, he woke up and went to the diner across the street.  He could smell the other ladies scent on the elevator down.  That boded well, his newest neighbor was already better than others of her kind.  Sitting at a booth and ordering mainly meat, he digged in.