Seria had to admit, he didn't look half bad when he cleaned up, but she didn't let the thought go any further. She peeled her eyes away and let them rest comfortably on the pages of her book.  She glanced back at him only when he moved to pick up his clothes, wrinkling his nose, which she guessed was because of the detergent, although she hadn't used that much, she supposed it was due to the whole heightened senses thing.<br/><br/>She smirked when he mocked her, gluing her eyes back to the pages of her book. She laughed at his mocking comments and waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah. Don't let my self-control go to waste, then. Go put some pants on." she teased, glancing his way with a slightly impish smile, chuckling quietly to herself as she returned her eyes to the pages of her book. She was surprised that he didn't do anything more extreme than mock her, but she supposed he simply didn't want to tempt fate and risk incurring her wrath and subsequently potentially ending up in worse shape than before. It was a wise decision on his part.<br/><br/>She went back to reading her book as he disappeared into the bathroom once more. She glanced in his direction when he re-entered the room, stopping by the window to have a look outside. Considering the lack of any sort of interesting reaction whatsoever, she gathered that the men from before were no longer standing on the street. They will likely still by, but at least they were no longer throwing temper tantrums in front of her house.<br/><br/>When he told her his name she nodded gently. "A pleasure to meet you, I'm sure." she mused. "I shall be certain that I call you by your proper name, then." she replied before moving so that she sat on the couch rather than lying there. She closed the book, sticking a bookmark in it to mark the page as she crossed one leg over the other, placed the book next to her and watched the man for a moment. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. "So, what happens now?" she questioned curiously.<br/><br/>"You know, after all this, going to work in the morning is going to be mildly inconvenient." she commenting casually before shrugging and waving his hand dismissively. "Oh well. I suppose I can cross that bridge in the morning. Question is, what happens to you tomorrow?" she wondered, almost as though thinking aloud. She wondered what he would say more than anything, or what he planned to do, or if he had any plans at all. The latter wouldn't surprise her, nor would it disappoint her terribly, given how short a time it had been since all of this had happened.