Lance stopped, mouth opening to resist when the coffee came at him. He had to move quickly and take it before it could scorch him. Why was she insistent he stay? Pushing that thought aside he gave a small chuckle before taking her up on the offer to come in. Looking around his eyes made note of exits, where things were, and what the two were doing. This was more out of habit than anything. Nice house. He thought even though he could only see part of it. Nice as it was it would also be problematic. This is where the direct approach came in handy he supposed.<br/><br/>Taking a sip of his coffee he smiled. Ok, he had to admit that was good coffee. He chose to lean on the side edge of the island across from Tequilla and Scotch. Close yet apart and near the door, there things he wanted to be. Not quite used to situations like this he thought he would finish his coffee and go. He did not want to stay long, at all. His hopes of doing that kind of faltered when Scotch seemed to make up some excuse to leave. Looking back and forth between them at the interaction he couldn’t help but notice she’d pulled her vest down a little more. He’d studied her, as well as him for anything that would seem off. He’d had enough surprises for one day.<br/><br/>Mismatched eyes followed Scotch out and he mentally cursed. One more swig of his coffee his attention turned to her. Sighing in his mind he was wondering what the point was to leave him alone with her. Scotch had something on his mind and obviously saw this as an opportunity but for what Lance could not fathom. “Ok.” He said a little confused. Great, small talk.<br/><br/>Almost using the coffee as a relaxant he took one more drink, finishing it off. The hot liquid practically burning his throat until he could speak. At the very least he was good at drinking hot coffee very quickly. He was no good with small talk and questions were not his favorite. “Work I hope.” He said setting the now empty glass on the island. “I haven’t found anything yet. I was going to look at that house and maybe settle in some if I can, even if work is a few miles I don’t mind as long as I’m not moving around a lot. I’ve had enough of that for one lifetime.”<br/><br/>His eyes were sincere, fingers lightly playing along the edge of the glass beside him. He was trying to be calm and nice but it was really difficult. He could do it, try for it right now. Part of him was itching for it but he knew better than that. There was planning to do and prep. A job like this was going to take a little time and he may ask for more money just because of that.