Snippet #987739

Ileana sighed and performed the proper fuctions to record her movie. As always she silently cursed her brother and had her house take care of his chores. He could at the very least pretend they were normal and offer to hand the guy's coat up himself... Still, she couldn't really say anything. Decoh only cooked dinner when she nagged and nagging took energy. More energy than she would replenish with food. So it normally was such a waste to get it. This Dr. Damnation already had her indebted if she got a free meal.

She prepared the table, listening to their light conversation in the foyer. It made her feel a bit jumpy to have someone who knew in her home, but if he had earned her brother's trust, then she would go along with it. She had disappeared before. She could do it again if the need presented itself, but the inconvinience of it was great. Either way, she seated herself on one side of the table and waited for their guest to make his appearance. She took a moment to take him in as he stepped through the doorway. He was handsome, to be sure, with rich brown eyes and a lean frame, but something about his expression was off-putting. Whatever it was, though, was muted, more so when he looked at her than when he looked at her brother. As they ate, she noticed him watching her (he didn't seem to want to bother with keeping it a secret...). There was little to no conversation and Ileana was quickly becomming bored. Where was the genius level intellect Desmond had been raving about for so long? She was just short of checking out completely when her brother finally got around to introducing them.

"Alex, pleased to meet you," she said automatically, as she took his hand. It was rough and calloused. A worker's hand. Interesting. She smiled at him a bit as Desmond began to talk, clearly floundering for something to get the ball rolling. Alex's theory about Desmond's power was interesting, but unfounded to her, from what she knew of psychology. She grinned back at his smile. "How ironic," she answered. "Desmond is a bit of a dick himself. As for useless, well, he has his moments." Hmm, possibly she would like this one. She watched him with amusement as he tried in vain to answer Desmond's questions in a way that he would understand. She could practically see the struggle on his face. And then the rising emotion on Desmond's. It was clearly time for her to intervene.

"It's an interesting theory, but it is only a theory. Not well-founded enough for him to risk his already jelly-like brain. Don't you think, Desmond. The real question here, Alex, is why you are really here. Did you really feel that a cozy steak dinner was appropriate payment? Or were you planning on something else?" She leaned forward, propping her elbows onto the table and eyed him cooly. "Mind your answer," she told him with a sweet smile. "This is my home in more ways than one."