[If she thought he was a murderer, she wouldn't be wrong. But no murder was committed tonight! That's the good news. The bad news?]

What? [He feels his face for a wound he must have missed and—] Oh, that's blood. Haha, don't worry about it! Really shoulda looked where I was going, huh?

[Again, a lie! She doesn't need to know he's had a long day. There are things more important than a bloody nose, a bruised stomach and a gash across his cheek. He's in front of a pretty girl he'd just had nice conversation with yesterday. Well, he thought it was nice, if not entertaining. Anyway, the least he could do is be presentable!

With a bright grin, he wipes the blood off his nose, takes a step forward and leans in to her a better look at her. The golden designs on his jacket gleam in the light, but even more striking is the blue dragon tattoo that wraps around his arms. If one were to take his gloves off, they're sure to see more patterns underneath. Basically, he looks like the type who'd own a motorcycle. But his face isn't threatening in the least, unless ridiculously attractive and refreshing people frighten her... The dissonance between his appearance and personality is almost ridiculous.]

Damn, you look even better in person. Sorry I'm late! [She's wearing? a robe??? He's trying not to think about it.] Mind if I come in?