Simple Situations
9th of January 2007 A.D.
"Urgh..." the sound that passed Harry's lips as he entered the bedroom could charitably be described as clearing his throat, if one was attempting to clear it of a particularly large toad. Three steps shuffled back and a door hurriedly closed followed before a strangled question came from the other side: "What are you doing?"
"Attaining physical perfection in the human form, now shush, you made me fumble an invocation," Tiffany replied, though in truth he had made that mistake all by herself about ten minutes ago. If anything Harry's appearance had cheered her up because...
"Naked?" He sounded so offended, the woman sitting cross-legged and yes, naked on the bed thought.
After all he 's trying very hard not to sound... Damn it now I'm making mental puns. Perhaps I should count that his counter to seduction.
"It makes it easier to see the changes," she replied serenely.
"Well you're doing great on that account," the words are half a mumble and perhaps he had half-hoped she would not be able to hear them.
"You say the sweetest things," she let the silence grow a moment before adding: "I'd say that flattery will get you nowhere, but you seem very shy getting somewhere... like in this room. There, I'm done." Muscle and bone altered to the very pinnacle of human physical prowess. She could push it beyond of course, of that she had no doubt, but Tiffany was mindful of the dangers of pushing her guise beyond humanity.
Tiffany Gains Dexterity ●●●●●
As for Harry sharply in-drawn breath was the only answer to show he was still there.
"It's to make myself more nimble," she teased some might say cruelly, but that was reasonable enough, Tiffany MacNeil was after all a recovering demon. If raiding his closet was not enough she would make the point more directly.
"We've talked about this..." the wizard started and start was as far as it would go.
"
You have talked about this ad nauseam Harry and it isn't any less absurd now than it ever was. Do you have any idea how improbable it is for you to take advantage of me after everything I've done?" A note of levity entered her voice as she added: "Every
one I've done too, come to that."
"Do you still want to stick around?" From someone else the tone might have implied that he wanted her gone, but she-who-had-been Lasciel knew where this conversation was going.
Play along for now, she thought
. "Yes."
"And the reason for that is that it's safer for you behind the wards?" Predictable as clockwork. Well the clock had just struck midnight as far as she was concerned.
"Yes Harry." She allowed herself a small sigh of exasperation. "That does not mean there is a causal link between me wanting to take you to bed and the wards that ring said bed. I am minded to ask if you think I'm a whore, but that would imply
I think there is something wrong with whores."
Silence on the other side again, embarrassed and a tad confused this time.
"If it means that much to you I can find some other place to... ah crash. Marcone's wards should be able to take a beating given who raised them. Odin's do not skimp on quality in their fortifications. And I have no doubt 'Gentleman Johnny'
would pay handsomely for giving his people a a bit of a leg up."
"Damn it, why are you doing this!" Now he was getting angry. As far as Lash was concerned that was a good, she knew what to do with anger.
Step one, get off the bed without making a sound.
"The usual reason," as she said the words she implemented step two, opening the door and posing tastefully, as one might for the brush of a Renaissance master.
To that Harry made no answer though it was clear enough from his expression what answer he wanted to give. His eyes were certainly going
places.
"It can just be fun, for no other reason than we both want to."
And for a while it was.
OOC: The more things change... Previous vote still open.