"From what I've seen, we are nothing alike, lady in scales," He smiled at her hesitance and then surrender of the jacket.  His eyes focused mainly on her shoulders but wandered a bit to make sure he had all that he needed for the evening's chore.<br/>"I have yet to comprehend how you and I are even distinctly similar," His signature smile slid across his face, "You can now rest my lady, in the morning all will be better. you have my word."<br/>He pulled out a set of shears and then looked at the ceiling contemplative.  His face a mask of quiet relaxation, his eyes glowing ever so slightly in a soft amber.  He seemed to have lost all interest in the form standing before him and he did not seemed to be aroused in any fashion.