The Sheriff smiled tipping his hat to her once again he ascended the stairs â€œThank you kindlyâ€ he said as he moved past her, brushing against her as he did so, whether or not that was on purpose or not one would have to make their own assumptions. His black hat was plucked expertly from his head upon entry into her home, his raven locks held a bit of curl to them cut short in the fashion that one would have seen many young Roman/Greek men wear in their time. Stepping the to side as he waited politely for her to show him further into her home.<br/><br/>Now he knew of Miss Lucca's â€œbusinessâ€ having been a customer a time or two, well probably more then that but still it was pretty early for that kind of thing. Later this evening though he would not mind a bit of her expert skills. â€œHonestly I could do for a glass of sweet tea and just some of your fine company and conversation That is if you would oblige an old cowboy like myself?â€ the last bit was a tease for they often joked about his age, which he refused to divulge even to her in the heat of passion; nor even in that quiet moment when they laid in one another's arms. No just who he was and where he came from he preferred to keep that a mystery, it made for more fun that way.<br/><br/>Nodding to her dining table he allowed himself to go and take a seat, setting his hat on his knees out of the way while he waited for her to serve them each a glass of her sweet tea before they began a bit of conversation.