<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">There was a knock at the door they had just entered and the drow smiled as Fable made 'himself' comfortable on the couch. "Pardon me for a moment..." she said, walking to the entryway. Ever diligent, Cato had made quick work of bringing a small glass carafe of shining blue wine to her. "Thank you, truly, Cato." she said, quietly slipping him a generous tip for his trouble.<br/><br/>She considered Fable's question as she took a few short strides across the room. The opposite side of the bowed windows held a walnut hutch. She opened the expensive modern glass cabinet doors and took out a silver tray, placing the pitcher and two long-stemmed crystal flutes on it. "Hmmmm..." she hummed thoughtfully. She sized up Fable's current form while she brought over the tray. Sitting it on the table in the middle, she took a seat to the side of the couch, turning her body to face him. Truth be told, she was a very open-minded soul who found beauty in many things. Given the open-ended proposition that was Fable, she was like the proverbial kid in a candy store. A shrug came and she grinned, her teeth a stark white against her very dark skin. Fable's current form was definitely pleasing enough: a strapping male with just a hint of mischievous boy to him. "Wear whatever skin you feel comfortable in." she said with a quiet chuckle, lifting one glass in an offering to him. "I'm far more interested in what made you choose me, exactly." she said, her voice slipping seamlessly into a more enticing manner. "And what it is you're looking for?"</span>