At his acceptance of her offer, Aleyda grabbed a larger glass and crossed the room, filling the glass with the clear liquid before returning and placing the glass on the counter. "There you are." She said, pushing the glass across the counter to him. The cracks in the cold, hard exterior, in the walls that held back everything he didn't want seen. The small smile that tugged lightly against the corners of his lips as his eyes scanned her belied the truth behind the gaze that was otherwise might have passed as nothing more than a fleeting glance, telling her that he was checking her out, rather than merely glancing over her. The small stood stood at odds with the rest of his cold, rigid appearance, contradicting the otherwise steely exterior.<br/><br/>She nodded to acknowledge the comment, but didn't speak. She had nothing in particular to say, she merely thought it over in silence as. She hated not having all the details, but she supposed that, for the moment, it couldn't be helped. In truth, she hadn't meant anything by the comment, at least  not as far as he was concerned. Such a statement would be hypocritical of her. She was no better than he was in that respect. She killed just as he did. The only difference was that the lives she took were supernatural creature, primarily vampires, and she never killed unless she knew that they deserved what they were getting. She held no judgment, hatred, or even distaste for him, regardless of the fact that he killed for a living. There was a difference in that they did and someone who gathered masses of people to fight for them, knowing that they would likely die, that they would throw their lives away for a cause--if you can call it that--they didn't believe in, and not ever giving any real thought to that, because they simply do not care what lives they lose in their quest for power. It's one thing to take the life of a target, an enemy. It's another to carelessly throw away the lives of those that serve you, follow you, or are on your side.<br/><br/>She had heard of The Deablay, but she'd not done any real research on them. "Doomsday weapons? What would they want with my father's research? I don't know the specifics of his research, but I know it wasn't a weapon. At least not in the traditional sense." She paused a moment and continued, "I remember once he told my mother about a test that had shown promise of succeeding, he expected that it would succeed. But the goal wasn't death or destruction." she stopped and shrugged. "At any rate, I don't like to speculate without some basis. I need the research to come to any form of conclusion."<br/><br/>She didn't doubt his ability to get into practically anything, but in this case, she didn't think he'd find it so easy as he might expect. "While I do not doubt that, this is a bit more... unique. Getting into the location won't be too terribly difficult, it's getting into the container that is the problem. You see, it has a bit of an unusual lock. Essentially, there is no key, there is no lock. At least, not the kind you might expect. It is locked, without a doubt, but whatever is keeping it locked isn't an actual lock. I suspect that there are certain factors that must be present in order for it to unlock. The thing is... I..." paused and sighed. "I don't know what those factors are. I suspect that I am one of factors, or at least my blood. My father told me that when the time was right, I would know what to do." she sighed. "Let's just hope he wasn't wrong, hm?" she smiled, but it was a smile that did nothing to warm her features as she took a long drink from her glass.<br/><br/>She nodded. "Of course. You find a way to get us in, I'll handle figuring out the research." she agreed, not sure why she was trusting him, but her instincts told her that she could, despite the fact that everything that had been engrained in her for her entire life screamed for her to do as she'd always done and trust no one. She didn't see his admission or his need for an explanation when the time came as weakness. There was no shame in not being amazing at everything, or not understanding some things. In fact, as far as she was concerned, there was more strength in acknowledging and admitting to that "weakness" than hiding it or trying to pass it off and risking something happening because of your pride.<br/><br/>She chuckled lightly and swallowed another drink. "I figured as much." a small smile graced her lips before she tossed back the remainder of the glass and decided that drinking more was pointless, considering that it did nothing for her anyways. She pushed the glass to the side and closed the bottle, placing it back in the cabinet. "Well, in that case, I suppose you can stay." she replied in a casual tone, standing up and stretching a little as she did. "Spare bedroom is that way." she pointed down the short hallway. "But I suppose that isn't where you're hoping to sleep, is it?" she tilted her head innocently, a coquettish smile teasing her lips as she slipped out of the kitchen and leaned casually, if somewhat flirtatiously, against the counter, mere inches from where he sat, her back resting against it so that she faced him. "Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt." she teased with a rather kittenish smile, lingering, rather than walking off, waiting to see if he would make a move.