The feel of the felines soft fur under her fingers had a decidedly calming effect on the woman, part of the reason she was glad the cat had managed to follow her all this time. She always hesitated to call him a pet, their cohabitation more mutual acceptance than anything resembling the typical human/pet relationship. Still he was a comfort, always seeming to know when she needed the reassurance of his presence and so she wasn't too surprised when he managed to appear on the counter top. It was enough to allow her to slip back into the familiar comfort of sarcasm regarding her decorating with cardboard boxes. His temporary belief in her statement was enough to cause a brief, soft laugh to fall from her pink lips, her hand raising to brush some stray strands of hair behind her ear in an almost compulsory action. Still she couldn't get over how different he was from most vampires she knew of and even less like the one she knew the most.

His rather surprising good nature was a welcome relief, it helped soothe the tension that was constant in her body. It felt nice, natural, and easy which was rare these days for her especially when it came to men. Perhaps it was the lack of pressure or overall surprise of their meeting, but she couldn't deny it was enjoyable however random. His self-deprecating and genial nature made it simpler. "Yea, maybe once I'm unpacked you can come back and judge my style" She couldn't really believe she was open enough to the idea of him coming back, making friends in the complex had not been her intention on returning, it would make her easier to find if it came to that, leopards were by nature more solitary creatures and she should be used to being alone by now, but still she enjoyed this. His comment about once owning a cat that turned out to no to be a cat was more than enough o pique her interest. "A cat that wasn't a cat? What did you adopt a racoon? There's got to be a story there." She cocked an eyebrow, leaning a hip against the counter she fixed him with a curious stare interested to see if he would divulge it.

As he continued she watched his hand wave nonchalantly at her promise to not try and stomp around too much, his response one she probably should have expected regarding his rather understandably nocturnal habits. Still, she wasn't sure it would quite solve the problem, even though she had the ability to move about silently if she wished it made good conversation. "I'm typically up more at night, but hopefully if I can land a job here soon I won't be around as much for it to matter." It was the next thing on her list, while her meager savings were enough to for the deposit and first month's rent, but she needed steady income to keep it. Typically, the jobs she had experience in were more suited to the night, which suited her own preference for sleeping the day away and being active under the cover of night. There was always the old fall back of her old ways, but after her recent experiences she didn't want to consider that as an option for the time.

His response to her more rhetorical comment about not knowing why his own kind might not like him as much had her brows drawing together, his response nonchalant and flowing quickly into the topic of his roommate but it stuck with her none the less. Had he said hurting his own kind? She was a little distracted by that but not enough to miss the comment about his girlfriend apparently being a were as well, which mean he hadn't missed what she was as well. "Well, she would need something bigger than a broom for me, so there's that at least. Did you say hurting vampires?" She couldn't help but come back to that, what it meant could have very important implications as to who he was, and it would tell her a lot about him.

She followed his gaze as it traveled back to the boxes stuffed with her sparse possessions wrapped in the newspapers she had found in a recycling bin to protect them. They might not be much, but they were important enough to her. As he reached forward and pulled the top piece of a paper out her dark brows raised in curiosity, not sure what could have grabbed his attention on it so quickly, she hadn't even bothered to read them as she used them for wrapping. At his comment she stepped forward a few paces to get a glance at the cover of the newspaper. The name Dorian foreign to her, but if he was important then it seemed to be a name she should get to know. As her gaze moved from the title of the article to the large picture plastered below it she inhaled a little sharply, moving to take the paper out of his hands so she could see it clearly. Her hazel eyes scanned the print below the caption eagerly until she found the name that matched the face that smile back at her from the picture next to the man named Dorian. "Sebastian." His name said both in response to Arlo's question and confirmation that the story was indeed about him.

It was a surprising turn of events, especially considering how recently she had seen the man and he had failed to mention any of this. Though it did something to explain a few questions she had been left with after their meeting while raising so many more. "We met, at a Halloween party a few years back and had a few run ins since..." She trailed off, trying to connect the information that was printed literally in black and white before her with the experience she had with the man just a few nights ago. "So this man Dorian is a thousand years old.. is he a vampire too? It seemed like Arlo knew at least something about both of them and maybe she could stand to learn a few things about them...