[ Isley steps out of the way to permit Priscilla into the rented space, his eyes upon the bag that she is holding out... a look of near-disdain flickering in his eyes before it is gone again, almost imagined. ]
You shouldn't have.
[ To which he is referring it is unclear, but regardless of that, he leaves Priscilla no time to reply, and leaves her with the bag, no less.
Ushering her inside and closing the door behind her, he starts back toward the bed and takes a seat. One of the two chairs opposite the bed, at the table, is offered to her by a simple gesture of his hand. ]
Let's skip right to the chase, shall we? Take a seat and we can begin.
...Not sure how she resists. What I'd give to pet him. Mmf.
You shouldn't have.
[ To which he is referring it is unclear, but regardless of that, he leaves Priscilla no time to reply, and leaves her with the bag, no less.
Ushering her inside and closing the door behind her, he starts back toward the bed and takes a seat. One of the two chairs opposite the bed, at the table, is offered to her by a simple gesture of his hand. ]
Let's skip right to the chase, shall we? Take a seat and we can begin.