[ she snorts quietly at the apology as if waving it off, and closes her sketchbook on her pencil as she gets up to stand. ]

Nah, don't worry about it. Even if I hadn't seen your memories, I'd still be fighting sleep. I have nightmares pretty much every night. It used to be so bad I'd sleepwalk during them, and wind up in crazy places. I once almost jumped to my death. [ she says it all like it's nothing and not mildly traumatic. she motions for him to follow her into the house.

the inside is softly lit by the occasional stray candle and she leads him into the living room. there are two couches and two plush chairs all facing one another with a glass coffee table in the center. the fireplace is lit but it's the only light in the room. there's already a pair of glasses on the table, two bottles of wine, and a crystal decanter of a deep amber liquid. ]

So, what's your preferred poison? [ she flops down on the couch with a blanket over the back and pulls the blanket over to cover her shoulders. look, she's a coldblood and she's hypersensitive to temperatures. ]