That appendage twitched slightly as his eyes spotted her sex. His face remained stoic, unchanging apart from a slight smile. "Yes, yes. Tea will make you feel refreshed. You've had an awful fall too." He turns, a spring in his step as he makes his way to the door of his home. "My hole, of course. Its how I move about. Its been acting up lately though. No one has ever fallen through it before...well, a butterfly or two, but never a....hmm...what is it that you are called?" He turns to face her as he holds the door open.<br/><br/>She would have to stoop to enter, being taller then him. Inside she would find his living room and kitchen, a back door leading to his bedroom. A small house, all said and told. A pot was steaming on the stove already it appeared, and on the wall beside a coat hung the darkest, deepest black circle she would ever have seen. It seemed to absorb light.