He will hear her before he sees her, humming an old lullabye that echoes along the corridors as she approaches the cabin that Dean and his new friend are situated in. It's as much for caution as anything else; this body has a lovely voice, but this way Dean knows exactly who's coming.
The humming comes to a halt as she opens the door, her expression gaining the beatific air of someone who's just caught the scent of a delicious meal.
"Torture and dinner? Is this a date?" she asks slyly, closing the door behind her before approaching the inmate. She keeps her hands behind her back, leaning in close and sniffing delicately as if the young woman was a fine wine. "Or is it more of a party?"
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Date: 2014-11-15 09:28 pm (UTC)The humming comes to a halt as she opens the door, her expression gaining the beatific air of someone who's just caught the scent of a delicious meal.
"Torture and dinner? Is this a date?" she asks slyly, closing the door behind her before approaching the inmate. She keeps her hands behind her back, leaning in close and sniffing delicately as if the young woman was a fine wine. "Or is it more of a party?"