In which; we contemplate the misuse of travel.

[cursed_analysis]

[The experiment was a perfect success! Except, no. Not at all really.

Arro looked at the latest results of opening a rend in the dimensions, and arguably this was stranger still than his own wanderings to an fro; he hadn't quite realized that it opened an actual doorway--back and forth travel. He was under the impression he'd been opening one-way holes that only would allow him to go through.

Which brought him to the girl. Cute, which was perfectly acceptable. He knelt, looking her over carefully. Undeniably curious if the rend had done this, or if she tripped into the doorway, he looked her over from head to toe. Regardless, he sighed softly; it would be quite a bit before he could open another. Still, might as well see if she understands the Low Speech or if he'll have to try Common instead.]

Ma se Sicuz, Femma?

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[cursed_analysis]

But~?

[He'll never tell how many people he's been with. Which was a plus for getting still more partners since everyone liked privacy.]

Nonesense, Miss Euri~ We've exchanged names, dined together, and I promise I don't bite hard--Unless you want me to~

[That's much better now that she's tilted her head, and he does nip just a bit harder for emphasis on his point, but he's very content to suckle at her neck now while his other knee works between her thighs so he can spread her legs. The hand that was formerly pinning her lifts away from the bed, coming to rest on one of her breasts and he almost purrs because he's very much a breast man and finally has one in hand to tease by kneading it.]

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[All she can think about is how he's going to leave a mark on her neck and how he's spreading her legs as she squeaks again. She'll try to press her thighs together, which is a bit difficult when he has his knee right there, and every time he pushes it further towards her her skirt rides up a little. It gets to the point where she's grabbing the hem of it and yanking it back down, acutely aware of how serious he is and just how little experience she has with men.]

We're not even dating! [She's whimpering that out, hoping it makes a difference, but with his other hand massaging her breast she's gasping and arching for a split second before grabbing his wrist and trying to tug him away.]

[cursed_analysis]

[That's definitely going to be a mark...So it's time perhaps to tease the otherside~ He's in the midst of trying to move over there when she does make it clear she's either really nervous or not wanting this. It does make him hesitate and allow her to move his hand away from her breast.]

...Oh? Did you want to date then~?

[He's being dead serious as he asks with a smile on his face as if this were perfectly normal, but then again, he's not quite human.]

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[She's still pressed right up against him though, so even if he's letting up it's still tough to concentrate.]

I don't know! I only sleep with people I'm dating.

[There's a huff in her tone as she scowls up at him red-faced.]

I'm not some kind of woman you can pick up in a tavern for a night.

[cursed_analysis]

Well, I don't date lightly~

[No, he's still not moving, though now that he has a hand free, he adjusts his glasses.]

So, how would you like to discuss this~? I must admit you're very charming already, Miss Euri~ Though I would like your full name.

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....

[She's going to try and shift back juuuust slightly, to try and put some space between them.]

It's Euridice Taverna. But I go by Euri, so don't call me Euridice.

[cursed_analysis]

[He smiled, leaning up so he was sitting upright again. Still looming over her, but now she has a bit of space.]

A shame. It's a lovely name, Miss Taverna.

[He opts for something gentler, stroking her hair lightly.]

Let's see. Ah~ What's something you've always wanted to do?

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Just Euri is fine.

[Anything else seems too formal or too old-fashioned to her. She puffs her cheeks out a bit at the hair petting - that's far too affectionate for a stranger - and scowls.]

Travel. That's another reason I'm a bounty hunter. What about you?

[cursed_analysis]

[He sighs.]

Just like Miss Amamizu... Of course, Euri~

[He notices he scowl, and leans closer to her, tilting his head as he studies her and her expressions.]

What luck. I love traveling. Hence why I was trying to visit other places, and instead gain a visitor~ Though where to travel to...?

[occulthymns]

[She shifts a little bit, shrugging.]

I don't know, everywhere? I just like to travel and getting to see new places.

[cursed_analysis]

Excellent~

[He leans in until he's pressed against her once more.]

We can see the city of water here in Atael, we can travel all over in fact~ Assuming you don't mind inns and such?

[occulthymns]

[She fidgets nervously, looking up at him.]

What about sending me back home?? Don't you need to work on that??

[cursed_analysis]

Fret not, Euri. I can work on that as we go. There's nothing special about that room except that it's in my house~

[He grins, since he's teasing her now, checking to see if she'd actually be willing to travel with him or not.]

[occulthymns]

[She narrows her eyes, trying to decide whether or not he's lying. Getting to see a new world would be exciting....]

... Fine.

[cursed_analysis]

[He smirks knowingly, taking her hands in his again to squeeze them. It was time for one more tease to see where it might lead.]

How wonderful~ Also how fortuitous we're in the bedroom conveniently to celebrate~

[occulthymns]

[She's blushing again, hard, and looking freaked out.]

W - we aren't doing that! Stop being a pervert!

[cursed_analysis]

How deeply I weep, Euri...

[Well, in that way it made it more fun still, surely. He hardly minds, even if he would like otherwise. He still doesn't move though.]

[occulthymns]

Yeah, right. You just want to sleep with me.

[She'll pull away, standing.]

And I want to clean up and go to bed, so get out.

[cursed_analysis]

Miss Euri~! I'm deeply wounded...I value you for your whole being, I could easily sleep with someone if I wanted, but you fascinate me~

[He'll instead recline on the bed a bit longer.]

As long as you understand I'll be sleeping with you literally, if not figuratively~

[Meaning, this was his bed and she could sleep in it if she wanted, but he was sleeping in it as well.]

[occulthymns]

[She bristles slightly, scowling at him.]

I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you. Sleep somewhere else. This place must have a second bedroom.

[cursed_analysis]

All of my relatives died a long time ago. I don't expect company so I shouldn't need a second bedroom.

[This may be the first time he has sounded serious since she arrived, and he doesn't look like he wants to discuss it heavily.]

[occulthymns]

[She looks a bit uncomfortable at the change in his tone and his reasoning, glancing away and fidgeting.]

Then - then go sleep on the couch.

[cursed_analysis]

[What little lighting in the room ebbs as the already deep shadows grow, coupled with a tingle in the air and a cool breeze, it might likely unsettle anyone, and in the gloom to very pale blue points are distinct--his irises, the whites already filling with black around them.]

Miss Taverna. I consider myself a gracious host, but I have been told I can be quite the devil, please don't put me out.

[And just as quickly, the mood lightened along with the room. Arro stands up at that, collecting a pillow from his bed, and wearing a smile again.]

Dear me. I do apologize, dark-element non-humans tend to be emotional here on my world, and I forgot my place for a moment... Have a good night, Miss Euri~

[occulthymns]

[Her sixth sense is pretty poor compared to full-blooded Witches, but even Euri can sense something off as he looks at her. It's a few seconds before she realizes she's tensed up, and even when the mood lightens she doesn't relax.

Dark-element non-human?]

R... right. Don't bother me, I need my sleep.

[cursed_analysis]

I'm sure you do, Miss Euri~ Until tomorrow...

[Heading out the door, he turns, staring at her pointedly as he shuts the door. Something about her suddenly irritates him, and it has to stop. She is a guest, and granted, while he wasn't overly pleased at being turned away, he did respect her not wanting to do anything. It was the assumption he'd have people around him, likely. Contrary to appearances, he was quite solitary, out of need. Tossing the pillow lightly onto a couch, he slipped off his shoes, undid his tie, removed it, his jacket, his sleeve bands, vest, and shrugged his suspenders off his shoulders with a sigh. Folding everything and placing it on the table neatly, he reclines on the couch and shuts his eyes, wondering if he'll actually sleep much or be plagued with more nightmares.]