Bronwyn turned away from the window to grin at her roommate. "Lucky Reg has caught your gleaming eye, huh?" She crossed the room, fluid and graceful in her sleek black Armani suit, and sat on a white couch across from Cat.<br/>"Mmm.. he's a personal trainer you know." Cat licked her lips after a sip of Bailey's. "Maybe I should hire him to train me to tone more than just my legs."<br/>"He should only be so lucky." Bronwyn winked and crossed her ankle over her knee. "What's this 'Zumba'?"<br/>"It's this dance exercise where you swing your hips and shake your butt alot. It's alot of fun, but boy do you feel it the next day!" Cat offered her wrist again. "So you wanna snack?"<br/>Bronwyn took Cat's hand, bent her head, and gently kissed the inside of her wrist. "No, I will hunt. Better to save your wrist for emergencies only."<br/>Bronwyn originally hailed from Ireland, but centuries of travel all over the world had smoothed and relaxed her accent to the extent that it was nearly unnoticeable. All that remained was a slight sing-song quality to her speech.