"its no great talent, usually it is my cologne."Aud de distillery," very chic I assure you. yeah, I will walk you down stairs and make sure there is no after action report to be filed under slip and fall," he said finishing with her hair and then offering her a hand to sit up slowly. " Go slow, vertigo can be a bitch, no reason to pre-dispose yourself to a fall later. Just take your time."<br/><br/>With his other hand he placed a fresh towel on her stomach. It was a supposed record. Morgan had been in the presence of another human being for longer than two minutes and had not insulted, belittled, or otherwise set that person's teeth on edge. It is no wonder that Aline had to up the insurance policy of studio when he moved in. Though he had assured her that the baby upright piano that was pushed though an unnamed Chicago studio's eighth floor window, Man you would be impressed at the crater that bastard made, was,  not his fault. In fact, he was supposedly passed out in a bathroom somewhere around the fourth floor, which oddly, was very plausible.<br/><br/>Morgan looked over to Ingrid, seeing no reason to get dressed to wander aimlessly about the building, he had pants after all. He waited for Ingrid to move before he did anything else.