[If the first time they met he had been quite punctual, this time around he's early, and already waiting for Irene in her parlor, leaning against the door way with a book in hand. The tunic he's wearing today is far more simpler than the last time they met, and whether he chose to wear it for it's simplicity in fastening (and unfastening) is a secret he'll take to his grave. The red Cloak, for once, is nowhere to be seen.
Stephen looks up when he hears Irene approaching and arches an eyebrow lightly at her attire (though his gaze thoroughly appreciates how the silk rob clings to her figure):]
TFLN - for msadler
[If the first time they met he had been quite punctual, this time around he's early, and already waiting for Irene in her parlor, leaning against the door way with a book in hand. The tunic he's wearing today is far more simpler than the last time they met, and whether he chose to wear it for it's simplicity in fastening (and unfastening) is a secret he'll take to his grave. The red Cloak, for once, is nowhere to be seen.
Stephen looks up when he hears Irene approaching and arches an eyebrow lightly at her attire (though his gaze thoroughly appreciates how the silk rob clings to her figure):]
Am I too early?