He followed her up, his eyes shifty as he watched for anyone following. It was habit more than real suspicion. They were nowhere near their killer, and if the creature knew who they were then there were bigger problems.
But paranoia had kept him alive for decades so far, and he wasn't going to stop now.
The apartment itself got a wrinkled nose and no comment. It was nice. Clean. It smelled even more strongly of Romanoff, which was a rich scent. Less unpleasant than he'd admit. It wasn't especially homey though, was it? Not the sort of place you could curl up and feel comfortable. Maybe vampires didn't lower themselves to ideas as pedestrian as coziness?
"Yeah, sure," he said, sitting awkwardly on the corner of a long, low sofa. His legs look too long, folded up sitting there, but standing back up again would just make him look more uncomfortable. "Let me know if you need a hand."
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But paranoia had kept him alive for decades so far, and he wasn't going to stop now.
The apartment itself got a wrinkled nose and no comment. It was nice. Clean. It smelled even more strongly of Romanoff, which was a rich scent. Less unpleasant than he'd admit. It wasn't especially homey though, was it? Not the sort of place you could curl up and feel comfortable. Maybe vampires didn't lower themselves to ideas as pedestrian as coziness?
"Yeah, sure," he said, sitting awkwardly on the corner of a long, low sofa. His legs look too long, folded up sitting there, but standing back up again would just make him look more uncomfortable. "Let me know if you need a hand."