" oh, that. " a chuckle, turning back to see a group of witches and werewolves forming behind them. " yeah. they don't like me a bit. and now they don't like you too, since you're talking to me. "
“elowen,” he repeats, testing the sound of her name out loud, “kol.” he offers his name in return, since she's already guessed the latter part.
“mere curiosity,” he adds as an answer to her question, “since you've clearly happened to anger some people.” he lazily gestures to
tongue clicks, letting the silence extend before saying anything. " i think I got a coven of witches pissed at me. there's no one else I thought about besides you. "
his expression shifts, blue eyes glinting with curiosity.
“humor me,” he gives in, pulling himself up straighter once he deems that his work on the buttons is finished, “i am all ears.”
a chuckle rumbles in his throat as he slips his shirt over his head.
“this is my place, darlin',” he explains, turning on his heel to fully face her, “what can i do for you?” he asks with a tilt of his head, fingers moving to tend to the buttons of his shirt.
benson rolled his eyes, taking the blunt from her and would take a very long drag. the smoke leaving his lips and swirling in the air.
“come on, you don’t think i’m that kind of guy, do you?” he teased her, exhaling out.