Oh yeah I meant to answer

Tonight maybe, she has to go the ball and Xander or whatever does mean things

They also need to have cologne moment- does he have it on?))

Harlow chuckled at him and nodded. "I would, but I have a work thing tonight. We can still stay up late watching Grey's Anatomy though- late will just have to start at, like, midnight. Otherwise, I'll reserve time for you in my insomnia buddy slot." She said playfully. "And I happen to be very good at keeping things where I want them." She teased, smiling as his face lit up. "I'll make you some waffles then." She said, standing and walking into the kitchen.

Yes sure-

and yyyyes, of course he does, never leave the house without your cologne in your pocket))

He listened with curiosity. "Is it a ball? I didn't know assassins had balls." He looked at her probably slgihtly ashamed he made such a bad joke. "I need my beauty sleep so I don't mind whatever happens." He tilted his head. "Speaking of not letting me escape, are you leaving me alone?" He wondered if her associates would be as nice as she was. Not that she was nice...but she was. "Thank you."

Obviously

Heeeee should follow her so she has no choice but to be in close quarters with him and sniff))

"It is, actually. And I mean, this one doesn't, but most do." Harlow said sarcastically. That was when she noticed... something. A smell- familiar. It made her feel safe, warm. But also... slightly upset. Reminded of something that has been taken away. How she knew so much from something so little? She didn't know- but she also couldn't place it. She swallowed and blinked at his question, barely grasping what he was asking. "Hm? Oh. Oh, no, you'll have a babysitter." She said, a halfhearted attempt at a tease, nodding at his thanks. The smell was less overwhelming in the kitchen- even if it wasn't that strong at all. She grabbed out the simple ingredients needed to make waffle batter, blinking herself into reality.

Evil....i'm gonna do it))

He narrowed his eyes. "Good to know." He said, rolling his eyes slightly. Then he noticed her expression change. She looked very out of it suddenly. He tilted his head slightly, but made no comment. He wondered id she was alright but in silence. "Oh good, I don't remember meeding a babysitter, my dad stopped giving me one as soon as I could cool ramen noodles and lock the door." He said playfully. Albeit true. He stood up, following jer to the kitchen. He sat down out of the way and watched her cook. His cologne came with him.

Harlow gave him a smile from the kitchen as he spoke. She was rather quick in starting to mix up the batter, and she glanced at him as he walked into the kitchen with her. Her heartbeat quickened when she realized the smell came with him, and she knew exactly what it was. She could picture the bottle. The color. The brand logo. Down to the name of it. She stared determinedly down at the batter she was forming, until it slipped out. "Are you- are you wearing cologne?" She asked softly, glancing up at him quickly.

He watched her cook, entertained entirely by how well she knew her kitchen. He looked up, half double-taking. "Yes, I am. Is it bithering her? I can go harass your TV or something if you would rather," he suggested, surprisingly compassionate very quicky.

"No, no. Don't leave." Harlow added quickly, shaking her head and then clearing her throat because that sounded... desperate. "No, it's not that, I like it. It's uhm- it- you smell nice. That's all I was- Er- yeah." She blinked up at him like a deer in headlights and then promptly continued making waffles. It was nice. She did like it. But it was strange, how conflicted she felt over it. And she had also just told the man She was holding hostage in her house and had known for one day that she liked the way he smelled. She finished the batter determinedly without looking up at him, almost running into him when she moved to grab the waffle maker, and then struggling to reach it when she opened the cabinet. So... yeah. That was how great life was right then.

He tilted his head, she looked quite disturbed. Or confused. He watched her struggle to make waffles. He stayed quite for a moment but figured she might appreciate any intervening he did. He stood up and gently moved her. He reached up with his right arm and grabbed it for her, placing it on the counter. "Take a moment, maybe calm down?" He suggested quietly.

It's too sweet. He's too flippin sweet.))

Harlow blinked at him in surprise and moved for him without complaint. Her eyes had the smallest hint of admiration as she watched him, blinking like a deer in headlights. She nodded slowly and cleared her throat, glancing off to look... anywhere but his face. "Right. Sorry." She said quietly. Her brain was desperately trying to turn him into a different person, and she was fighting it every step, but he was so close. And so nice. And so funny, so sweet. For some reason, words, again slipped out of her mouth. "Can I hug you?" She asked bluntly, looking back up at him. She didn't know why she needed permission, but it felt right.

He smiled faintly, leaning against the counter. He wasn't sure why she appeared to be struggling with whatever it was she was struggling with. He looked a bit surprised. Why in the world would she want to hug him?- "Of course you can," He said gently.