death incarnate & night triumphant

It's truly amusing, the way she so quietly attempts to sneak out of the townhouse, her footfalls light as she opens the door. That supernatural hearing doesn't miss a thing, a simper curling on his face as he takes another life giving sip of the coffee, tastebuds hardly registering the robust flavor when his mind is so completely enveloped in the memory of her taste. It was, perhaps, not the best of things to be thinking of, considering how little clothing he wore and how very thin those sweats actually were. Ushering the thought away, he waits patiently, listening as her footsteps falter. Ah, so she had realized that he was already awake, if she only knew he had hardly slept last night. It takes her only a moment to resume her descent, footsteps soft and quiet, only for her to round the corner and see him standing there. Andras lazily tilts his head towards her, delighting in the way the heat creeps up her neck, her cheeks, a slow smile stretching across his lips. He was cruel and he knew it as her eyes widen, the woman all but looking like she was frozen in place.

He's almost surprised she doesn't bolt for the door, instead reaching up to tuck a disheveled blonde lock behind her ear. His gaze tracks that simple movement, before dark eyes travel to her lips as she speaks, he words quiet and breathless in the morning light. It only makes his dark smile grow, ever so slightly, "Good morning, Lani," he responds in kind, head tilting in that predatory way of his. "You seem awfully timid this morning, considering last night," he comments, wanting to desperately tease that flush out of her and perhaps, see what she remembered. Reaching a powerful hand up, he runs his fingers through his dark locks, wetting them back before turning and setting his mug of coffee down, before reaching for the second mug. Turning towards the counter, he pours Lani a cup of coffee, revealing the multitude of scars lining his back, it was perhaps, one of the few reminders left on his skin from his long existence, those very scars sustained in a war, centuries ago. Though, scars littered his body, small and unnoticeable, the morning light made a show of them, putting them on display, especially his back which was almost ravaged. He hardly thought of them in that moment, not realizing that Lani hadn't exactly seen him half naked in the light before.

Once he fills the mug, he turns back towards the fae woman, prowling closer towards her, closing the distance with just a few steps before he offers her the mug, "Coffee?" He asks, "There's sugar on the counter and milk if you want it," he says, a smirk remaining on his lips. He waits for her to take it, though he lingers in place, crowding her for a moment longer before stepping back and resuming his relaxed position, his deft fingers snagging his mug again and bringing it to his lips. "How did you sleep?" He asks, his attention focusing on her again. The woman had truly slept like the dead, if he hadn't heard her quiet breathing he would have been been in his bedroom, shaking her awake. She didn't so much as move an inch through the night, not that Andras had been watching her sleep, but simply listening to her. Knowing she was in the other room and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.

"You know, you slept so long, I was worried I was going to catch a cold," he gestures to his chest, "I had to scrounge these out of the bottom of a drawer in the guest bedroom," only partially true, he had simply chosen not to put on a shirt, partly because he didn't usually walk around the townhouse after a shower with one and partly because he wanted Lani to see him. Cruel and vain, but it was deliciously amusing, the way her cheeks heated the moment she walked around the corner and the way she couldn't quite tear her stare away from his chest. That was male satisfaction rolling through him, his eyes hooding slightly, though not nearly as intense as last night, "If you want to take a picture, you're more than welcome to, I did promise you I would pose in the nude for you," he flashes a wicked smile, the man hardly joking in the slightest.

Andras Steinhello darling