Back when Adonis still went by 'Ben' (aka, during the days David and Jordan were still alive), his style of dress outside of work had been far more casual. Afterward, he'd had a look he wanted to convey. It also turned out that many demons he'd run into had been pretentious fuckers and if he had any hope to make a name for himself, he'd needed to dress the part. Regardless, how she dressed wasn't a big deal to Adonis.

He recalled seeing her at the party and it amused him that after all these years after Sionnach's death (and David's) that there was someone around from those days who had known both of them. It was kind of nice.

Adonis smirks as he shuts the door behind her and raises the wards again. "I can't think of a place in this city that doesn't have a ton of stories to tell," he says before setting her scarf on top of her coat. He'd be cooking soon and he didn't want anything to wind up on it somehow. "If you do find something interesting out, please share with the class."

Could she do it? He's seen and experienced a lot through the years by witches, at this point, hardly anything surprised him.

"I'm good," he says with a grin. "Nothing wrong with takeout. I do it often enough myself when I don't want to cook for just myself. What can I get you to drink? I have wine and any kind of liquor you may desire."