His exploration of the Casa was far more persuasive than he had imagined. The sumptuous building had caught his interest which in itself was saying something, but its insides were temptingly delicious. Quite apart from its many roomed splendor (he had refrained from tapping into any more rooms), there dining room holding the pleasures of a nearly limitless amout of food from whence came the apple he was currently helping himself to and a pool which even looked delicious. There was also the most decorated garage he had ever seen. There was an empty space where he supposed a bike would be parked and a cute little Porsche indicated the bike may be quite as out of his league.<br/><br/>A bit more explorations later, overcome with the urge to vist the garage again. He chuckled as once again his urges had led him down a lucrative path as his eyes slid over the powerful physique of the motorcycle that had previously been absent. It wasn't as out of his league as he had imagined. He had once owned the same vehicle. Perhaps he could exchange notes with the owner.<br/><br/>His legs then led him back into the kitchen in search of a beer, wanting to eplore the vehicle at further leisure. Alas, he remembered he was not supposed to have beer anytime soon, he decided to satiate himself with a soda when he noticed a ruffle of the curtain beyond the dining room. He walked through and entered the majestic living room decked with the most comfortable couches man could imagine. He smiled as he remebered the first thought that had crossed his mind when he had visited the room first. And those thoughts visited him again as he noticed company across by the pool. "Ame?", he breathed sure that his eyes were deceiving him.<br/><br/>He walked out through the glass doors leading out to the pool area and there she was, looking quite as ravishing as a mermaid hidden beneath the cold, tempting waters of her pool with an inviting glass of white resting on the bank of the pool. Hesitant as he was to push his company on her, he did so very much enjoy hers that he could not possibly think about turning back when he knew she was back. He walked to the bank where she was resting and took the white in his hands, surveying it, "I see you have tastes that I can barely dream to dream of!", he said smiling, placing the bottle back down.