Another fine day. Another fine sundress. This was was red though, with cherries. And it had a little itchy tag that she had not been able to remove. Very annoying. On the upside, she was now recognized as Gawain/Maya's "friend". Which meant that before she even had to start hollering or make a few calls, the gate swung open. Totally worth an itchy tag. She wheeled her scooter onto the grounds, parked it in the lawn, and tucked her helmet onto the handlebars of her bike. With a confident little whistle, she started up the steps... then paused. She hadn't really been able to check out the rest of the grounds yet... just the inside and that trap filled maze. Blue eyes squinted, pondering, and she shrugged. She could always twist the kids ear until he showed her around again. Bypassing the temptation to snoop- for the moment- she entered the building and followed the now familiar path up to where Gawain's room sat.

She paused in front of his door to collect herself, and adopt her most convincing innocent smile yet, and rapped lightly on his door. Truth be told she was there with perfectly innocent intentions. She needed someone to help her get... something... from her old apartment. Mainly something that was being withheld from her because she had neglected to pay the last months rent she had owed her previous roommate. Of course, without having filled out any formal paperwork, she could slip through that hole... but she still wanted her stuff back! "Oh, Gawain dear?" She paused, intertwining her fingers behind her back, and blinked at the door. Not a sound. Not a damn sound! After a moment of waiting, she knocked again, much harder this time, and tried a different form of greeting. "Hey Maya! Open up before I kick the door in..." Never mind that she probably couldn't actually do that... It was the threat that counted. Another five minutes ticked by painfully, and Megan finally gave up. She threw her hands in the air, kicked the door out of aggravation, and turned to stomp back down stairs.

On the way out though... she was hopeless distracted by the temptation of an open door or two along the way. One happened to be some kids room... a messy room at that. But she did find a few fun things to pocket. A yo-yo and a little sticker thing with fake mustaches on it. With the items stuffed neatly into the small pockets on her dress, she waded her way back out of the door, peeked around the door frame to glanced both ways down the hallway, and departed. With a nice fuzzy brown 'stache on her upper lip, and a yo-yo lazily bobbing up and down in one hand she wandered around. A few rooms with interesting signs on them were locked, Figured, but there was one she found quite open and welcoming. It was empty... as far as she could tell, and there was a desk riddled with paperwork of various shapes and colors. Megan blinked, hovering, until she spotted a glimpse of a white coat hanging off the back of the desk chair... and felt inclined to investigate.

Investigating led to trying the coat on, and trying it on led to her plopping down in the chair and propping her feet up on the desk. She glanced about, and fiddled with her yo-yo until she grew bored and decided to poke at the key board of a computer that also adorned the desk. Whatever boring window was up was easily minimized, and she went ahead and let herself into explorer, and whatever history had been saved there. To her surprise, it was chalk full of more boring things.. something about a pharmaceutical company. Very boring. She had been expecting to find someones dirty secrets and the like... but Noooooo. Nothing can ever be interesting. With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair, and stroked her mustache thoughtfully, tucking an arm behind her head. Whatever company it was, must have been pretty important, seeing as there were multiple searches on it...

Garrett was feeling almost happy today. The paperwork for the manor would be drawn up later that evening, which suited him fine, considering the aura of malevolence coming from the seller. For a place like that at its selling price, though, he would have probably bought it from Satan. Maybe...? nah. He sipped at his coffee, looking out the window in the hall. For summertime, many of the kids still stayed at the Mansion. It was a shame, since they probably had no home to go to for the summer or they feared reproach from humanity. It made him not feel so bad about culling the weak members of that species a few weeks ago via Sveta.

Moving on, he sauntered down the hall, smiling and greeting those he passed. He had foregone a jacket that day, due to the heat outside, just wearing a nice pressed white shirt, buttoned to the collar, a pair of dark pants, pristine polished black shoes, and a red tie. For fun, it was the tie he used to wear as the Sanctuary's PR director. What a wide, wonderful world he lived in. Approaching his door, he heard the distinct sound of clickety click on his keyboard. That couldn't be right. He purposefully walked by the door, glancing from the corner of his eye at the culprit.

However, once spotted, the curvaceous culprit presented no threat at all to him. Stopping and sipping his coffee, he did his best not to stare directly at her pale legs which extended from a sea of--cherries, no less. " Waiting for Garrett, too? Mind if I join you?" Of course, he did not wait for an answer, taking a seat across from her, admiring the view. " Nice stache, by the way." Another sip of the piping hot liquid went down his throat, accompanied by a small sigh of satisfaction. " I don't think he would like you putting your feet on his desk, either." Unless he was sitting where he was. In that case, it was dandy.

Icy eyes darted to the door as someone walked past, then back tracked and entered. She slid herself away from the keyboard a little, having been caught snooping, and tucked her arms behind her head- still managing to keep her yo-yo bobbing. "I don't know who Garrett is..." She answered back, watching as the male slid into the seat across from her.

Staring at him for a moment, she wiggled her mustache in response to his comment, an action that nearly made it fall off, and uncrossed her legs, then recrossed them. Totally not ripping off a movie... No, not at all. At the mention of her feet on this 'Garrett's' desk, she grinned and neatly folded her knees into her chest, then swiveled about in her stolen chair.

"Well, thankfully my shoes are very clean, so he shouldn't notice any foot prints." Her head casually tilted back, and she sighed upwards. "Can't say the same for the ceiling though..." Pulling her arms out from behind her head, she fiddled with her toy again, trying to pull off one of those tricks where you catch it on the string and it walks back on itself, but flubbed it and ended up with a tangled rope. A look of contempt briefly flashed across her features before she shifted positions again and set about untangling the string.

"So... Who is this Garrett guy? What does he do? His coat reminds me of a doctor... so I can only assume." Light blue eyes landed on the guy again, and she blinked, staring momentarily at his coffee. With a small sniff, she tilted her head and sat back once more. "And who are you for that matter? I'm Charlotte."

She didn't know who Garrett was. That helped him somewhat, though he was unsure how just yet. Since a brazen show was being presented, he decided he had paid his fare and watched it. His face didn't turn any particular direction, though his eyes rose back to hers once her knees slid up against her chest. His new entrepreneurial adventures had shown him most angles. He had been working diligently on exploring the others.

Hearing the occasional footsteps of children in the halls behind him, Garrett stood and closed the door behind him. What was being seen wasn't for children. If he had his way, the adults could piss off too. Looking up at the ceiling, he saw no foot prints. " I think it would be more the rifling of his paperwork than the feet. Do you have a gift which allows you to walk on the ceiling? Mutation has a beautiful way of expressing itself." And how. Not to mention the magnificence should the dress go upside down as she walked around up there. It was crystallizing into a perfec---"So... Who is this Garrett guy? What does he do? His coat reminds me of a doctor... so I can only assume."

Sucking slightly at his teeth, Garrett smiled. " We all know what assumptions do for us." Walking past the desk and to the window, he took another sip of the coffee, placing it down on a filing cabinet. His hands slid into the pockets of his pants as he mused upon it. "Garrett does this and that. This being the head of Public Relations here at the Mansion. That? That could take a long time. " Turning slightly on his heel, he could now see the monitor and the activity he had heard when approaching. Search history. His eyes turned back to her, his mouth ignoring the more direct question.

" Do you know anything about Faust Pharmaceuticals? Or were you just being nosy?" Probably the latter or a lie covering the former, but one never knew when honesty might strike like lightning on a cloudless day. Garrett's face went from business to pleasure in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Stepping a bit closer, a hand slid free of his hip pocket. " Either way, it's a pleasure to meet you, Charlotte. I am Garrett Wills, but surely you suspected that." His hand remained outstretched, anxious for the proper greeting. That, or hungry for the touch of smooth skin against his palm.

She wiggled her nose again, and rolled her eyes lazily back to the ceiling. "I suppose you could say in a way my mutation would allow me to walk on the ceiling... but I can't necessarily promise that after getting up there, I would be able to get back down." She shrugged a shoulder, ignoring diving into a deeper explanation of her gift, and recrossed her arms behind her head. "I was actually just hoping you'd look up. Child's game and all. Yay for me." She blinked at his back slowly, like a cat, and scratched at one shoulder through the coat. It was a good thing she had put it on, it seemed. She generally liked to surprise people with the marks left over from her spiders. Shifting under the coat, she spun herself to face him and once again her eyes landed on the computer. Still boring... "I agree with you completely. Some mutations are simply... extraordinary."

Her eyes shifted to his back, and she smirked a little. "Oooh... so that means this office is important?" She cocked an eyebrow and kicked off of the desk, effectively spinning herself in the chair. "You sound like you know him so well.... Is he a friend of yours?" She stopped herself with a hand on the desk, and blinked at him as he turned and headed her way. "Actually, I was sent here by the CIA to wipe your hard drive. After that I have orders to fill your pool with rabid crayfish." She nodded, to herself mostly, and crossed on leg over the other, gently tapping her foot on the floor.

A hand was extended her way, as well as a formal greeting. She stared at the hand for a moment, eyes half lidded, before tucking her hands gently behind her head. "Surely, I did." She confirmed, and turned her nose upwards daintily. "Forgive me if I do not shake your hand, I've got a bit of a germ complex..." A half truth... though, considering who her roommate was it was hard to believe she was out and about without gloves and a mask on. "So, head of public relations are you? And they give you this crap space as an office?" She winked, and swiveled around in the chair once more, before carefully propping her feet up in a space lacking paper forms. "I'd demand a much bigger room... with a bigger window, if I were you."

Coy. Garrett's favorite flavor. her nonchalant attitude, while surely frustrating to most, intrigued the manipulator. " Yes, all gifts are extraordinary. What is yours? Mine is that of neural manipulation. I can play with my own nervous system or those of others. We all play games, though, don't we?" She was the one acting half her age and wearing a fake mustache, after all. Then came more playing and spinning. idle half threats of crustaceans and wiping of hard drives. If only.

The refusal of his hand was noteworthy. She was smart and sexy. What was next? Garrett had all the time in the world to find out, considering his fairly honorary title. When he was needed as PR, he would shine in that aspect. Otherwise, it was a nice office from which to research things and put his ear directly to the mutant grapevine. Apparently, meeting new mutant women was a perk e was unaware of, but it was one he could get used to easily. His hand retracted and a sly half smirk painted itself across his face. He left her there, in his chair, as he stepped back and took his original seat. " I suppose you don't mind my germs, considering your interest in the keyboard. I haven't been sick recently."

He watched her animations as she spoke of larger offices. It was interesting to Garrett how quickly they had gone from an intruder being caught to pleasant bric a brac. He mirrored her slightly by crossing his own leg over. he followed her motions with his head, looking around a bit himself. " I suppose so. It's just one of many jobs I hold. I don't spend enough time in here specifically to bother with decoration. I save that for my home. What is it that you do, when you aren't snooping about people's tiny offices?" Pleasant conversation sounded lovely to Garrett, especially when it skirted on something else.

With a small grin, she called out to the small creatures tucked away in her loose hair, and had them scamper down to rest on what was visible of her chest. What better a place for them to sit and stare at the new face? "I suppose you could say I'm the little Miss Muffet of mutants. Except they don't scare me away... and I create them."

She paused momentarily, wondering if that was an adequate enough example... but shrugged it off. Instead, she sat forward and slipped the white coat off, folding it over the back of the chair as she had seen it when she came in. With her arms and shoulders bared, she relaxed back and folded her hands neatly over her stomach. His chair was comfy. She wouldn't be giving it up anytime soon. The mass of small red sores scattered over her shoulder and upper arms met the fresh air once more, and she sighed contently. "So you can mess with peoples insides? How fun! What kind of things exactly, If you don't mind me asking?"

His comment about the keyboard caused her to pause, and level a suspicion filled glare at the computer. She would of been able to stick her tongue out and rub it in his face a little, had she had her hand sanitizer on her. Instead, she accepted defeat on the germ subject and let her head fall back comfortably against the chair. "Touche, Mr. Wills." She would definitely have to remember to bring her gloves and a mask next time, least she border on being called a liar.

When he he questioned as to what she did after snooping hours, she returned the smirk he had worn just moments earlier. "What do I do? Well, when I am not snooping around peoples offices, I am snooping around their homes. It's an interesting, but fun, hobby. I have to admit." She grinned at Garrett, flashing a glimpse of little pearly teeth, and scooted forward. Her feet dropped down under his desk, and she propped her elbows up on top. "Do tell me about yourself, Garrett. The reason I came here vanished on me, so as you can see I'm quite bored." She wiggled her mustache again briefly, and then plucked it from her lip to tinker with it in her hands.

Garrett watched with genuine excitement as spiders began to crawl from Charlotte's hair and settle on her chest. At least he'd have a more legitimate reason to look there."I suppose you could say I'm the little Miss Muffet of mutants. Except they don't scare me away... and I create them." Garrett leaned forward in the chair, his focus shifted to the arachnids rather than their resting place. " Quite a little army. I assume they follow your commands? I've not seen anything like it before." Whenever Garrett encountered a mutation that was so visceral, he couldn't help but be excited. Watching her slide out of his coat didn't hurt either.

He saw the various red wounds over her body once the coat was removed. Some looked rather fresh. " Are the spots where they emerge from? They are your children then. Very interesting. Do the marks hurt?' He was wavering between enthusiasm and scientific interest. She was distracting enough for him not to be sure either way.Garrett delivered his own internal shrug over it. "So you can mess with peoples insides? How fun! What kind of things exactly, If you don't mind me asking?" His smile widened like a wolf's. Oh yeah, Miss Muffet, not Red Riding Hood.

" Well, of course I don't mind. The problem is, my gift is more of a show than a tell." His fingers drummed over the desk's surface, reminiscent of Megan's children. " I can increase or decrease sensation in my body or others' bodies. When I began, I was limited to pain and seizures. Years of training and control have brought me much farther down the path. Now I can paralyze a person, target specific areas of the body....all sorts of things." No reason to let it all fly out of your mouth, son. He looked into her clear eyes, remarking, " I'd be happy to give you a demonstration if you liked. No pain, though." That was for enemies and clients.

He was obviously pleased at her recognition of his wit. The more he knew about her, the more he wanted to know. It was different, yet similar somehow. Of course her body was red velvet cake, but her very essence rocked him harder than the curve of her back. It was a nice change of pace. Her recollection of hobbies produced a slight glimpse of pearl between her lips. She also scooted forward, the desk separating them. Probably for the best. " Hmm, what to tell. I've certainly been around. I used to hold this very same position at the Sanctuary. I'm going to guess that you may have heard of that place. While I was there, I served under the Order's former leader and rose to power in a short span. I suppose it just suited me then. Anyway, she and I had a little problem, so I shot her. That was the end of my stay there, as you might imagine. Now I am back here at the Mansion where I started." It just flowed out like water. Easy. " And what's your story, morning glory?"

She grinned, plopping her chin in a hand and lowered the other to allow her babies a bridge to the desk. "Like little soldiers..." They crawled down quickly, and once there turned to face her. "Lineup!" The little black creatures turned and faced her, each lining his legs up with the next, and waited for a command. With a lazy sigh, she waggled one finger in a circle at them on the desk. "Roll over." The spiders bent their left legs simultaneously and all flopped onto their backs one after another. She got a kick out of it every time, seeing as how once the spiders were flat on their backs they had to struggle for a moment to flip all the way back around. Lots of leg kicking. So cute!

"Are the spots where they emerge from? They are your children then. Very interesting. Do the marks hurt?" She raised her eyes from the flurry of legs, and deposited them back on Garrett, searching maybe, his eyes and facial features.The little mustache in her hand was returned to her pocket, and she let that now free hand join its twin under her chin, digging freshly painted nails in at the corners of her lips while he spoke. "They do hurt. A magnificent kind of pain really. It tingles, and burns just a little, like hundreds of tiny births."

"Well, of course I don't mind. The problem is, my gift is more of a show than a tell." Her eyes widened a little, curious, ever curious. and she dropped a hand to the desk, miming the tapping of his fingers. The spiders that had -finally- gotten back onto their feet surrounded her hand, extending front legs cautiously to poke at her flesh. Megan dropped her eyes for a moment, and snatched up one of the spiders, capturing it in the cup of her hand on the desk. She heard a soft squeal in her head, and smirked. The others skittered away quickly, knowing this game well, and hid on the desk under papers and behind objects. "Show and tell then?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow slowly. "I'm game."

She smiled, a thinning of lips that most would consider kindly- but when paired with a icy half lidded stare only seemed more than a little smug, and creepy. From behind her ears a few pairs of pointy, shiny black legs appeared. The rest of the bodies followed quickly, and soon two quarter sized black widows were crawling down her cheek, then her neck, on to her shoulders, and finally down her arms. Lifting her fingers of the desk, she let the captive jumper run free. Then the strumming started up again, and she upturned her palm to Garrett as one of the black widows settled in her palm."I would be happy to experience whatever it is you wish to show me."

"...Anyway, she and I had a little problem, so I shot her. That was the end of my stay there, as you might imagine. Now I am back here at the Mansion where I started." Megan blinked. Gawain hadn't been kidding when he had said that the people here were far from saints... and far too open with personal information, it seemed. Her mild surprise was quickly overshadowed by a thin smirk when he dropped the pet name... thing. "I can't say my story is even remotely as enthralling, Mr. Clean. I just sort of go where my feet take me, and today that happened to be your office." She tilted her head a little, "I have never shot someone, nor have I ever rose to some position of power... but I have heard of the sanctuary." She blinked again, and bit down on her bottom lip gently. "I live across the street from it."

The two were maybe a yard apart now, leaning over opposite ends of thedesk as the spider parade unfurled before him. Garrett watched with childlike wonder as the spiders all made their way down her arms to the desk, lining up when told. Recognizing a few as highly venomous to humans, he made a remark. " Do they also only bite when you tell them to? Those widows will make someone very sick. Just want to make sure I don't take an accidental bite. " DocProf could probably heal it or Sebastian, but the problem was more that he might kill one reflexively from being bitten at first, which could anger her. Not something he was striving for.

A magnificent kind of pain. That description struck a chord with Garrett unlike many other statements uttered from soft lips in his direction. Someone like her. It was all too good to be true. F that. Enjoy the moment and don't kill dreams as they spawn. The tension in the air was palpable at the mention of show and tell. The two of them were doing various things, but there was a growing synchronization between them that defied logic or normal societal courtship. So, why not run with it? He had been given permission, wide eyes looking forward to bliss. He knew what that meant in the quiet room. Could it be so different? Everything didn't have to be spelled out in letters, after all.

"I would be happy to experience whatever it is you wish to show me." Signed, sealed, and delivered. A palm turned upward, offered to him. His hand slipped around it slowly, fingers gripping and pressing without squeezing. The familiar silken lights began to sketch themselves over her hand, working like mad through her forearm and up to her shoulders. His own will and desire was fueling the process, moving it over mountains and through valleys at an alarming pace. His own eyes soon locked on to hers, as they had been for the brief eternity they had been seated across from each other. A smile graced Garrett's lips. " First, let's quiet down all of these angry little sores." His energy flowed through her, on a sortie of search and quiet, finding each little hotspot of angry nerves and soothing them. The pain couldn't be more than irritation to her, but shortly, even that was gone. " There we go. A little better?"

His previously vacant hand soon covered her own, two hands grasping her now. " At this point, I could deliver quite a terrible shock of pain to you, paralyze you, possibly even render you unconscious, but of course, that isn't my intention." His own desire now turned the light to an increasingly familiar golden hue, which turned and twisted through her body like a serpent, seeking out pleasure centers and invoking reactions in them. Nothing too earth shattering, since they just met. " Mr. Clean. Nice. I do have a little stubble, but I did indeed used to be that guy. Hopefully, we will become friends and I can come visit you at this place across the street from the Sanctuary." She could live in Hell. He would still come visit at this rate.

" Do they also only bite when you tell them to? Those widows will make someone very sick. Just want to make sure I don't take an accidental bite. " She nodded, her eyes slitting in a cat like way, and grinned. "They bite, eat, breath, and mate when I tell them too... Nothing to worry about, Garrett dear." Everything else, they did on their own. Like running at the first sight of a dino... She was still quite bitter about that. " First, let's quiet down all of these angry little sores." She nodded once more, smirking slightly, and dropped her eyes to his hand as if it were going to start glowing as he worked. Wasn't that the way it worked in the movies, after all? She saw nothing, just a hand grasping her own... but felt all she needed to feel in order to know it was working.It started with the hair on her arms standing on end, as if caressed by a breeze, and then shifted up her arm and spread over the rest of her upper body. The tingle of pain from her wounds vanished, replaced with the sensation of slightly crawling skin, and she brought her eyes to his again.

"Nifty.... Much better." She breathed. There was more to say... things about how the women must really flock to him when that time of the months came, and of course for childbirth... but she was far to interested in watching to speak much more on the matter. For the moment, that is. "At this point, I could deliver quite a terrible shock of pain to you, paralyze you, possibly even render you unconscious, but of course, that isn't my intention." Her spiders froze on the desk, twitching slightly at first, then quicker as Garrett's influence fully kicked in. "Aww, but-" Her words came to an abrupt halt as she sucked in a surprised breath, and before she even had the chance to change her expression, either a grin or a frown would have sufficed, she felt a pang of something in her gut, and tensed up in the chair. Her eyes widened further, blinking at him, and an unexpected and very unwanted blush tinted her pale cheeks. Her drew her brows together for a moment, pondering the feeling as it raced up her back and caused her to temporarily close her eyes. Back muscles tensed, shoulders bunched, and she tilted her head to the side slightly.

It was safe to say the twenty three year old had never felt something like that before. Like many little spiders were racing around inside of her, tickling nerve bundles with scrawny legs... Icy eyes slipped open once more and she smirked widely at him, not even attempting to remove her hand from his own. "A very useful gift... if I do say so myself." She opened her eyes fully, ignoring her twitching children, and stood from her stolen chair, climbing onto the desk with little effort. Her rapt attention on Garrett, and only Garrett. "Do all of the women who enter your office get this same treatment? Or just the ones that snoop around..." She sat, inched closer, and leaned out to spy at him, her blush fading just a little as she grew used to the sensations within. "Mr. Clean. Nice. I do have a little stubble, but I did indeed used to be that guy. Hopefully, we will become friends and I can come visit you at this place across the street from the Sanctuary." Megan nodded. "Stubble, yes. I can see it now." She smirked, and sat back after moment of trying to level herself with him eye to eye. "Visit me? But of course, having guests over is a particular passion of mine." At the mention of the dreaded 'friend' word, she sat back a little more and clicked her tongue. "Be careful how you drop that word Mr. Wills. It has many different meanings. I for one, am not a fan of friendship." She wiggled her legs forward, and dropped them over the edge of the desk, freeing her hand from his finally. Sitting back with her arms to support her, she eyed him for a moment, casually regaining her stolen breath, while kicking her legs, gently and innocently.

It appeared to Garrett that the sequence of pleasure center manipulation had been successful. The effect was very favorable, concerning the blushing of cheeks and the various shudders and body motions. Her eyes slid open slightly, the blue within appearing as bright pools of sea, perhaps more so considering there was only a hint of it. "A very useful gift... if I do say so myself." She wasn't releasing his hand, a marked difference in posturing from any other contact Garrett had with people.

Not that he was complaining. " I'm glad you enjoyed it. I don't get an opportunity to show too many people the other side of neural manipulation. Most people get the unpleasant effects."He watched her stand from the chair, their hands still entwined. His eyes remained locked on her own, in some sort of memerizing dance. She quickly stepped up on to the desk itself. some other Garrett would have tutted over the marring of paperwork, but forget that guy. He didn't have a ravishing spider queen advancing toward him."Do all of the women who enter your office get this same treatment? Or just the ones that snoop around..." She was sitting down on the desk beside him. His mouth opened as his eyes continued to meld with hers. " No one gets this treatment but you, dear."

And there she was, their hands still in contact, a steady pulse of her heart moving the neural messages through her exquisite body. She said something about stubble. He nodded his head just enough to show assent without breaking the contact. "Visit me? But of course, having guests over is a particular passion of mine." He made some progrees by allowing his mouth close from its slightly open position, but then more stream of consciousness spilled from his mouth. " Any other passions?"

Her hand slid free from his finally, the glow of her recently manipulated nervous system waning slightly as it would eventually fade from sight. Garrett knew the air conditioning was on, but he couldn't actually feel it. All he could feel was a burning impulse to reach out and touch the long, pale legs which gently kicked in front of him. Fortunately, the quiet room had taught him enough restraint. Several of his clients were incredibly statuesque and beautiful and he had made sure only to touch them enough to relay the sensations they had wished for, Nothing else..... It was maddening. Garrett knew a good deal about insanity, though. His hands slid neatly beneath his legs for safety and comfort as his eyes turned up at her. "Very well. What shall we call ourselves?" The tone of his voice was marked and changed. It was the voice that came from that quiet room behind the walls. It was the voice that uttered from a suit of leather. Some might even recognize its pitch as demonic, though this beast was under the tightest and most secure chain imaginable.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I don't get an opportunity to show too many people the other side of neural manipulation. Most people get the unpleasant effects." She nodded, in a bored manner, and tilted her head a little. "I can imagine. It's rather startling, if you're not expecting it." The fact that he had gotten color to her cheeks, which was thankfully not known to her, was proof of that. Megan eyed him calmly, quietly, with her face void of an expression. He was...curious. Polite...yet...not. Interesting, and a mighty attention grabber. "No one gets this treatment but you, dear." Dear... A grin was swift in overthrowing her expressionless state. Her eyes narrowed a little, to match her Cheshire smile, and she puffed her chest out proudly. "Good. " She kicked her legs a little more, before the action itself became tedious, and stilled them.

Then, came his question about other passions. She smirked, widely. That, when matched with the way his mouth had hung open for a few moments, made her feel tremendously good. Sure, she could still shoot some moves on hapless kid and get that kind of reaction... but it was very rare that things actually worked out the way she intended. She sat forward, propping her arms between her legs, and tapped her fingers on the fabric of her dress. He had self control it seemed. Disappointing... but, amusing. A soft chuckle escaped her, and she sent out a silent call to round up her recovering children. The wiggled to their feet, legs shaking and unsteady, and wobbled her way like they had been out partying too late.

"My other passions? Well... " She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and wiggled her toes in her shoes, contemplating sticking on another mustache so she could wiggling around in thought. "I enjoy knitting, bus rides, long walks on the beach, and strolling under moonlit skyscapes." Adopting her best, most innocent smile, she blinked at him. Batted dark eyelashes, and gathered her abused babies up in her lap. "...as for any other passions I have... well.. I suppose if you ever happen to visit my cozy little home, you might find out..." She brought her eyes up from the wobbling spiders gathered in her hands, peering at him with an innocently twisted smile, and tilted her head a little more. He moved his hands away, tucked them under his legs... to resisted temptation maybe? Perhaps he was religious... Her smile widened- ear to ear.

Then she would just have to play the part of the snake. She scooted towards him a little, leaning forward to close as much distance as possible. It was like poking a lion with a stick. How many pokes would it take until the kitty lunged at the bars..? "Very well. What shall we call ourselves?" He spoke... a different voice... and Megan had to pause. Blink, and tilted her head. Mr. Lion had just woken up. A deeper tone... more of a primal quality to his voice. Dangerous sounding... The kind of thing that sent shivers of fear up peoples spines. Megan twitched, and leaned in further with excitement in her eyes. "A good question. There are a lot of things we could call each other. How does "Acquaintances" sound?... seeing as we have barely just met?" She lightened the mood a little by slipping from the desk to wander over to the window he had lingered by earlier. She cracked the window open a little, cupping her handful of spiders to the ledge, and let them scurry outside to skitter away up the outside walls.

Charlotte was quite good at playing the innocent role. To tourists, or other yokels. Not that garrett didn't enjoy the act, but he was aware of it being such. The tempting invitation given him was one that he would accept. "...as for any other passions I have... well.. I suppose if you ever happen to visit my cozy little home, you might find out..." Might. half an octave higher on the yes scale than Maybe. Garrett's eyes turned toward her own as she played coy and he played the wolf. Perhaps it should have been the other way around, but this was the way they were playing it at the moment. " I'd like nothing better than to come over and." A myriad of verbs strolled like seventy six trombones until the proper one came out of his mouth. " learn more about you at your home. Sounds like an invitation. I never turn them down."

Garrett was unsure if the percolating tension or Charlotte's mastery as a tease was to blame for the summoning of his inner darkness, but it was there now, saturating his essence. he'd have to close up early today. As soon as she left his office, in fact. He'd have to avoid contact with the general assembly and the other faculty as well. Otherwise, his nocturnal escapades could come under suspicion. He was Seizure without the suit. Vulnerable and yet completely on point. He rose from his seat as she stood by the window, the breeze from its opening making her cherry sundress billow and ripple like laundry on the clothesline. He stepped behind her, though not within arm's length. Garrett respected her enough not to manhandle her. It didn't remove the desire to do so, however. " I have enjoyed becoming acquainted with you, Charlotte. I suspect I will be seeking you out soomer than later to become more...acquainted. Do you have a date and time in mind?[/i]"

Nodding to herself, she ran her hands through her hair, withdrawing the last of her children from its depths, and set them to work scrawling her address in web on the window sill. Slipping her phone number into the works wouldn't hurt either. The fact that he had stood with her and followed her around to the window only forced her smile to widen back into a smirk. Apparently she would be doing that a lot while in the mans presence. The spiders that she had released off through the window had made it up to the roof, and into a few peoples bedrooms though cracked windows. Her invitation was accepted, and he seemed more than eager to come and visit. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling as she thought back to the many things she had yet to unpack... as well as the blood stains on the carpets, and the removal of all that horrible decoration Gregory seemed to love so much. She still had yet to find the time to whisk it away while he was out of the house... that, and the new furniture she had ordered was waiting to be shipped out.

"I have enjoyed becoming acquainted with you, Charlotte. I suspect I will be seeking you out sooner than later to become more...acquainted. Do you have a date and time in mind?"

"Really?" She questioned, turning half way to peek at him from under her bangs. "...Not many people would say the same..." With a little wrinkle of her nose, she scooped up her spiders on the window sill, seeing as they had finished their job, and ran her hand back through her hair, effectively hiding them once more. "Oh well, you seem capable of handling yourself."

She turned fully, crossing her arms, and smiled sweetly. Or as sweet as she could get at least. "Dinner will be at six. Whatever date you choose, seeing as I have no preference. Just send me a text, or a call so I can get ready." She felt the urge to stick a hand out, a polite gesture, but recalled what Garrett could do with those hands and kept hers safely tucked up against her ribs. She didn't need any of the little mansion brats getting it in their heads that she had feelings or some such nonsense because of a stupid handshake. Instead she nodded her head slightly, and slipped around him as she headed for the door. Her hand dove into her pocket and she withdrew another small mustache to slap on her upper lip. "Dinner will be... mostly... vegetarian. So if you can't live without meat make sure you don't show up to hungry." She paused, turning back a few feet from the closed office door with a curt little smile and wiggled her mustache at him. "All of that sound good for you, Cutie?"