Drakari took the glass more as a distraction for the directions of his thoughts than anything else. Drinking deeply he felt the fuzz in his thoughts clearing slightly. He really hoped that his buzz wouldn't be completely eradicated by the water or the fact he was being sobered by their discussion. It was a lot of important details and information being passed in few words and he was paying particular attention to everything. Almost to the point of hyperfocused.   The way the light cast on her skin, the way her hair bounced as she moved. He was way too aware of her. Way too focused on her. It was something that was at odd with his usual style. First that he was becoming this comfortable at all. Never mind around a woman, he couldn't even willing thinking of what that meant. She had been his target. He'd taken a contract on her and here was talking to her like they were old friends.<br/><br/>He watched her silently as she took in the news of what he'd said. He didn't want to think about what he'd inadvertently set into motion. He was surprised when she said her father's research wasn't to do with a weapon. Well anyways she wouldn't speculate and he didn't know so he didn't push the conversation further there'd be plenty of time to carry on this discussion once they had more intel. Speculations wouldn't get them closer to the truth. They had working knowledge, that would have to do until they got the full workup. Until then they had to focus on what was important, getting that research.<br/><br/>He tilted his head to the side listening to her words. A lock that isn't a lock. He'd seen something like that before and without realizing what he was doing he drew out an amulet and pulled it off his neck he held it with such a tender light touch that it spoke volumes of how special the thing was to him. He ran his thumb over the large red jewel that made up the center of the piece. It was all silver and the intricacy of it's winding silver webs was such that it looked like a finely spun spider's web holding a large red teardrop. The stone swirled as he rubbed it looking like liquid blood. He looked down at it,<span style="color: #008000"> "sometimes, those are the strongest locks." </span>he whispered softly. He wasn't even sure if she heard him. He brought the teardrop to his lips and kissed it lightly with a tenderness that was at odds with his exterior. In moments the silverwork became the oddest looking key one would ever imagine seeing, like a single small skeletal shape with the teardrop as its heart. He regarded her with a small smile. He took pressed his thumb into the teardrop and it returned to it's amulet form he held it delicately in his palm.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">"I might be pure human, but my mother certainly wasn't. This is but one of the things I inherited,"</span>he said with a wry smile.<br/><br/>He accepted her trust without a comment. He was offering her his trust and she was returning it, something he rarely did and he could tell she didn't seem any more comfortable with the idea then he did. Thus he wouldn't push, let things be and it would be better that way. He didn't need to question what was. It would be a pointless exercise too. He nodded and didn't respond. She was agreeing to share the information and he would do what he did best, break into things.<br/><br/>Drakari finished the glass was water more to cover up the slight pout on his lips as she mentioned the spare bedroom. He didn't want to sleep in the spare bedroom. Or at all for that matter. He leaned against the counter and watched her as she rounded the counter and leaned flirtatiously against the counter. He raised one brow in a look that said<span style="font-style: italic">oh yah?</span>with a wide smile on his face. He bit his bottom lip and looked at the curves of her clothing augmenting the natural beauty of her curvy figure. He leaned in and slowly captured her lips with his in a light kiss, his hand trailing into her hair with fire in his gaze as he watched her.