naughty or nice

lucas please allow me to introduce myself Business, not pleasure. I'm Wessex. The razor edge of her logic and the sharp points to her words were more appealing to Lucas than most of the interactions he'd had since come to this place. (Disregarding luscious redheads with honeyed tongues, of course). His smile grew, and he accepted the offered hand to give it a curt, businesslike shake before releasing it again. "Lucas," he supplied in return, his green eyes lighting up almost hungrily at the message she delivered. "Walk with me?" While it wasn't really a request, he liked to make it sound like it had been, stepping out of the house and clicking the door shut, before setting off into the night. Assuming she had followed, Lucas began to talk. "Things are happening and I will be needed, you say? Care to expand on that, or is it supposed to be a surprise?"