champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Ah, you have not seen the inside of several of these rooms, then," Mateo says with a wicked lilt to his smile, because whilst he is, yes, rather wonderful, Molly's could offer a great number of things worth Charlie coming to visit. "Either way, I am very glad to be able to host you in this wonderful city." And whatever comes of their renewed meeting, more's the better for Mateo. The botanist follows her gaze to his coat and (after a second or two) he remembers the purpose of his visit.
"I am, in fact, going out," he tells her with an overbright grin. "And I insist that you come along and join me. You will be able to see all the best parts of the Silk Houses from the comfort of this." So saying, he grabs up his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. "How does that sound? Please say it sounds good, or I worry that you will break my heart."
"I am, in fact, going out," he tells her with an overbright grin. "And I insist that you come along and join me. You will be able to see all the best parts of the Silk Houses from the comfort of this." So saying, he grabs up his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. "How does that sound? Please say it sounds good, or I worry that you will break my heart."
