[Kenly]

Smiling widely, her fangs just peeking out slightly, she shrugged.

"I have quite a bit to keep me occupied-usually. I do have my moments, though. Boredom and I do no agree. It's not a pretty thing."

Taking a sip of her hot beverage, she looked at him over the rim of her mug.

[Fey]

Tal assumed the lighting was to blame, after all Kenly couldn't have fangs...right? Besides, she was drinking hot chocolate for the love of...well...either way he was loosing his mind. "So what alleviates your boredom if not working?"

[Kenly]

Shrugging one shoulder, she looked about then reached for one of the forks and dipped into the triple berry pie with the graham cracker crust.

"Depends on the day, really. Usually it's interesting people. I enjoy galleries and shows as well. I tend to spend a lot of my time just wandering, honestly. You'd be surprised the things there are to see, and to find, out there. And when I'm tired of exploring, I go back to my favorite haunts."

[Fey]

Grinning Tal watched her, "Galleries and shows huh? I pictured you more the dance club and poetry house sort." But now he could see the aristocratic lines of her face, yeah, she's fit right in at those sort of places.

[Kenly]

Laughing throatily, she nodded.

"Yeah, I like those, too. A little rebellion is healthy sometimes, after all."

Smiling appreciatively at the pie, she nodded to it.

"You have -got- to try this one."

[Fey]

Grinning Tal shook his head, "'Fraid not, I'm on a super strict diet." Patting his hand against his flat stomach he nodded towards the plate of sweets. "I'll have to let you enjoy them all for me."

[Kenly]

Pursing her lips in her best 'just one' look, she wiggled the fork at him with a small bite.

"Just one won't kill you. Promise. And I'm sure that between now and show time you'll work it off, one way or another."

The comment wasn't meant to be an innuendo, but she realized after it came out that it could be taken as just that.

[Fey]

Eying the fork, and the beautiful woman holding it Tal was more than tempted. Only a mental image of his choreographer, ranting and gesticulating as only a tiny Italian can stopped him from accepting the offered bite immediately. Giving Kenly a mock-stern look he teased, "You are tempting me to be very, very bad right now."

[Kenly]

Nodding sagely, she agreed whole-heartedly.
"You're right, I am. And I usually get my way."
To that, she offered him a knowing wink.
"But really, one tiny bite won't hurt anything. I won't ask you to taste the rest."

[Fey]

Sighing dramatically he leaned towards her, "One bite..but if a short, angry Italian finds out I'm sending him to talk to you."

[Kenly]

Grinning, she nodded.
"I think I can handle him. I might even get you a better job."
Sipping some more of her cocoa, she waited for his response to the pie.

[Fey]

Taking the offered bite he savored the bite slowly, "You're right, it was delicious." Handing her back the fork he licked at the corners of his mouth, not having thought to grab napkins when bringing things over. "I don't normally mind the strict diets, but I don't normally have such company to test my resolve over them either." Sipping his tea again he leveled his gaze at her, "So, Kenly, what temps you?"

[Kenly]

Watching him through hooded eyes, she regarded him a moment before answering.
"Things that wouldn't tempt most. In fact, those in the know would say you're not safe with me."
Trying to lessen the seriousness of her statement, she wiggled her eyebrows at him and smiled.

[Fey]

Finishing his tea Tal tried to give his face a suitably horrified expression. "Oh dear, you're that dangerous? Is my virtue at stake? Or just my liver?" Relaxing back he trailed a fingertip lightly over her shoulder. "I think I'll chance it."

[Kenly]

Leaning into his touch, she continued to watch him.
"It's not your liver you're in danger of loosing around me. Your virtue, well... We can work on that, too. I've no objections."
She grinned with the last.

[Fey]

"Mmm, a succubus I see, well I suppose I'll have to grin and bear it." His fingers slide along her shoulder to stroke the nape of her neck. Wiggling his brows, "But I'll have you know, dancers have...stamina. So I think my odds of survival are good."