The finer things in life. Expensive shoes were definitely up there, as were expensive jeans that you’d rather pay to keep clean than allow normal wear and tear on. But with how he pitched his voice, with that hint of a smile on his lips, he’d just called her a weakness of his, a<span style="font-style: italic">finer</span>thing in life. She, the girl with the thick, low-brow accent with a craving for quick and easy food truck fare, was a finer thing in life.<br/><br/>A very small portion of her mind balked at being called a thing, but enough of her knew not to take it as such. Even at the height of his cockiness, he’d not shown any sort of aptitude for possessing people. Buying expensive items, absolutely. But a person? That didn’t seem to be one of his flaws.<br/><br/>Now, had she been able to see into his mind and just how he viewed her, that assessment would’ve gone out the window. She’d see how he wanted to taste her and keep her. To be someone that no one else could claim as theirs. If she’d have been able to see that his drive to possess her was born of her reaction to him and her distinct lack of being eager to please, she’d have become irked. Frustrated, even. But she wasn’t omnipotent, and she didn’t have anything to allow her sight into someone else’s mind, so she remained blissfully ignorant to his motivations.<br/><br/>Instead, it allowed her to focus on his overall demeanor and how he seemed tonight. Tempest wasn’t blind; she’d known there would be some tension when he came to pick her up, and she was waiting for the inevitable talk of how she’d not yet moved out of Colt’s place. Where he’d been so candid with her in that he didn’t think the arrangement was fair, she’d expected a part two of that talk to land at some point. Thus far, though, he’d been his old self. He was back to his usual, confident and self-assured Athan, the man she’d known before all hell seemed to break loose, leaving his secrets to tear them apart.<br/><br/>“I’m not sure I could properly<span style="font-style: italic">casual you up</span>, as you worded it,” Tempest replied with a slight laugh, her eyes traipsing over him in critical fashion. “I’d probably change up a few things here or there, but I’d have to feel it out. Anything too casual and you’ll look like a fish out of water. Anything too posh, and you’ll look the exact same.”<br/><br/>On a whim, she lifted a single brow at him with a hint of teasing in her eyes. “What if I dyed your hair pink?”