"[i]Perhaps I’ll accept that offer when the time comes around,[/i]” he replied after granting her remark a chuckle. The femme fatale vampire smiled at that, and his lingering gaze did not go unnoticed. Was she really doing this, flirting with a wolf? And one that was destined to be her soul mate, none-the-less! Talk about playing with fire. Every brain cell she had was screaming for her to put up her walls. Just go as cold hard as stone like she always did - just like she did with Solenne when they started to feel... feelings. Her heart wouldn’t allow it though so, despite all logic and reason, Béatrix stayed where she was and kept doing exaclty what she was doing.

Tholo mentioned the carpets. "Yeah, my place has all wood and tiled floors. Makes for easy cleanup if dinner gets... messy,” The pile of ash that Trixy stared at reminded her of their current situation, ”Or when work decides to follow me home.” Bartholomew talked about having to replace the case and how he never thought he’d be killed by his own blades.

"Well, thanks to me, you weren’t.” She smiled, but stayed thoughtfully silent for a moment, blowing out a light puff of smoke while doing so. ”And... thanks to me, he found you in the first place. I.. I’m sorry for the part I played in this. He only went after you because of me, you wouldn’t have even been it that alleyway if it weren’t for...” she glanced down to her wrist and the site of the mark disturbed her enough to want to change the subject.

Tholo didn’t seem too phased. "[i]I guess now I have another scar to add to the collection. New story to make up on that one. Can we ever just not meet under tense situations? It would make things easier.[/i]” Trixy took a final drag from her cigarette before putting out in the ashtray on the night stand. ”Careful, Bartholomew. It sounds like you’re trying to ask me out on a date.” Her voice was purposefully sultry, with more than a hint of teasing in it. ”But I hardly look the part, would you mind if I took a quick shower? You know, blood and all...” she gestured to her ruined shirt. A shower would at least serve to clear her mind, if not her appearance.