Grier
[Tavern]
As he'd thought to come up the stairs a regular tenant by the name Sophia
@CandiBarr made her way down. She had always dressed nicely, her profession was thought of in shame and shambles. While she glowed radiantly and presented herself in eloquence, his eyes darkened with unspoken thought. It was not romantic, cheaply placed or lust craven. He thumbed the cork which presently blocked him from drinking ordered white wine.
Grier would just have to disappear up stairs and back to his work. Perfume could sit forever, but it could only rest for so long before its profile changed. Much like men. Very much like women. It was if thinking of her had brought her to him. She joined the standing man, sitting at the seat closest to the stairs he'd wanted to venture up. "I've fixed some things in your room."
A touch annoyed, he pulled the crumpled paper for the request of new lighting fixtures from his pocket and placed it in front of her. "This is at the bottom of my list. I'm sure you won't mind waiting."
The werewolf had a lot of spice and bite when he wanted to show it. He gave, perhaps, one of the thinnest, unfriendliest expressions to her that Sophia had ever seen. Her sweetness was honey, but he was not a bee. Grier would not partake in any type of company without dedicated persuasion.
