As Hannah mounted the steps she was struck suddenly by the fact that she was living out a porn video right this moment.  In her quest to scratch that dark itch she'd watched her share of what the Internet had to offer, and she was very familiar with this scene of the young starlet walking up to the man's door.  She was dressed perhaps more modestly than they, and without the caked on makeup.  But Jon with his tanktop, muscled chest and crossed arms would not look at all out of place in one of these videos.  While her part felt ludicrous, the idea that he might be capable of carrying out his part added to the heat Hannah felt in her core.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, though an actress by trade, she couldn't just spit out porn star lines.  She raised an eyebrow at his question, ignoring it at first as she walked into his house.  She was very interested to see what the home of a man who built sex machines might look like.  And frankly she wasn't sure how to answer.  She didn't really want to give him the impression that this was some kind of a date.  But then again she wasn't too thrilled about the wording of his alternative.  "I don't need a drink, thanks," she answered, carving out a third path.  Turning, once inside, to face him, she gave him a measuring look.  "I'm already taking a big risk even coming here.  I think I'd prefer to keep my wits about me."