She sighed softly, the suggestion of entering the house causing her to move slightly closer to Christian without even thinking about it.  There was something about his presence.  Having him close to her weakened her in so many way, not something she could really afford to contend with in her line of business.  However, there was also something in him that gave her strength.  None if it made sense to her, it never had.  Yet even after years apart the feels just seemed to grow stronger every time he was close.  She knew about his wife, she knew about the ring on his finger.  She resisted the urge to glance down and see if it was still there, and wondered why she had failed to put her own back on her finger this morning.  She hadn't know he would be here, well not really anyway.<br/><br/>She was tall, nearly 5'8" and still she felt the urge to look up to Christian when she spoke to him.  With his broad chest and shoulders, and well muscled body he seemed to dwarf her slender frame.  Her pale skin and slight build were the result of years of struggle with forces that most people couldn't comprehend, and belied the strength that hid just beneath her smooth skin.  Her long lean muscles carried her with catlike grace towards the open door.  She paused before the door, looking up at Christian.  "Is there anyone in the house?  I'm not sure what's going to happen.  It might be best if I go in alone."