She looked into the most amazing pair of blue eyes she had ever seen, they were so dark she could stare into them a life time and never get bored.  It was this memorisation that had her response to him stating he had been picturing her in some of the outfits delayed, the blush creeping slowly up her cheeks moments later.<br/><br/>By that time he was dishing out the compliments about her name and telling her what he really needed help with.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat and quietly said "Thank you." It was only polite she acknowledged the compliment.  As for being able to help him...she couldn't believe she was even contemplating this for all she knew he was some psychotic murder and she was about to invite him home with her.<br/><br/>Staring into those eyes again, there was no malice there and she knew he wouldn't touch her if she didn't want him to.  She couldn't explain how she knew she just did, a feminine instinct as well as a desire to get to know everything there was to this mystery man.  "I live upstairs and there is a spare room..."