The skies outside darkened and yet the fire within the cottage ceased to wane; the orange flames licking against the plentiful wood within the grate. A distance away, in the far corner where they sat, she watched with curious hazel eyes as he emptied the contents of his glass before her, the sleeve of his forearm mopping the trail of wine that had seeped from the glass and onto his jawline. How unusual his mannerisms, but how intriguing she found them. Not wanting to seem rude by staring, she took a lengthier sip of her own glass of wine; the crisp liquid slipping down her throat with ease. Placing her glass down, Jasmine fixed the flower behind her left ear a little more securely with the aid of a hairpin; she had several in her hair, unruly curls meant that without such pins her ringlets would hang before and around her face; obscuring her vision. Tucking a rogue tendril behind her ear, she subconsciously traced her index finger along the course of her bottom lip; moist with wine; her action smudging her crimson lipstick ever so slightly.<br/>"Orihs, that is not a name I have heard before." She admitted with a ghost of a smile playing out on her lips as she tried to think on it's origins. Failing that she returned her attention fully onto him as he continued to speak. Jasmine found that she liked it when the man before her found humour in his words; his prepossessing eyes almost evoking a sense of challenge within her when he brought them up to gaze into hers. She did not look away, no, rather she met them with a wide grin; her straight pearly teeth displayed as she laughed softly.<br/>"You would not be the first to find me an oddity, but we are both here tonight, both with time to while. Tell me, how did you find this place?