its just a lil dusty

Quill followed Bramble into her room which, as she promised, was right next to his own. Easy access. Close proximity. He liked it. Quill found himself wondering what the sister on the opposite side looked like, but it wasn't for any sexual reason. It was simply for science. Sandwiched between two Carpathians ladies sounded like a lovely fate to the Klein brute.

Bramble's companion had laid out their feast upon a table and Quill nodded in approval. She was a very thoughtful woman and had chosen a little smorgasbord for them to indulge in. His gaze then moved about the room and he couldn't stop the little smile from lifting the corners of his maw. The room was lived in. It wasn't neat. It wasn't messy. It was very, very Bramble.

Confidently, Quill moved through the room, looking at this and that. One paw lifted to slide over the plush furs and pillows of Bramble's bed. He imagined that she slept rather well within such a comfortable, plush nest. Dual-toned eyes then moved to look upon the colorfully paneled windows. Swords and bears... he wasn't too interested in that, but he did move towards the balcony. His first instinct was to look and see how far away his own balcony was from hers and it didn't seem too far. They would be able to converse easily enough from their respective perches.

Back inside, Bramble questioned him and Quill grinned. "It's very you," he informed her before motioning her towards their meal so that they could eat together. "A lovely room for a lovely woman." Taking the initiative, Quill removed the cork on both bottles, giving the brews the opportunity to air out. A little wickedness flashed in Quill's gaze as he lifted a bite sized piece of fruit to his maw. "I wouldn't be upset if I had to stay here while my room is being cleaned."

"speech"