[he clocks her watching him watch her. it was easy to keep an eye on his guests, but she had made it easier. murmurs between her and a passerby, eyes sharp to critique. her approach certainly catches his attention, but none of which that she's probably aiming for.

she brings a fresh sillage around her, whisked into his space offensively. he can't blame her for not having access to luxury, especially here as someone so young. he's still able to detect the artificial aspects of her shampoo from her washed hair, hints of Krouse from the fibers of her clothing.

she opens her mouth and noise comes out, the kind of noise that people make to coat their intentions. he's been around people like her before many times, and they always want something from him. he's reminded of eager Franklyn, doing whatever he could to gain even a glance into Hannibal's spotlight. he looks her over just once -- quickly and with an intended lack of emotion -- before he returns her grin with a controlled smile.]

Of course. We all deserved a step outside of our usual routines. I love cooking, and thought it was time I hosted something special.

[special it was.]