[He steps out of the way. His room is clean, weapons in one corner, a desk with a winged helmet and other assorted odds and ends in another. A book sits open on the bed where he'd been reading. His ripped and mended cloak lays over the only chair, which he promptly grabs to allow her somewhere to sit.
Curiosity stirs in him as to why she's here, on two legs. Odinson isn't a stranger to late night visits from beautiful women, and if she were a different woman he might make assumptions- but it's Hayame.]
mmmm hmmmmmmm
[He steps out of the way. His room is clean, weapons in one corner, a desk with a winged helmet and other assorted odds and ends in another. A book sits open on the bed where he'd been reading. His ripped and mended cloak lays over the only chair, which he promptly grabs to allow her somewhere to sit.
Curiosity stirs in him as to why she's here, on two legs. Odinson isn't a stranger to late night visits from beautiful women, and if she were a different woman he might make assumptions- but it's Hayame.]
You're looking steadier on two legs.