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Inanna chuckles, giving him a saucy little wave.

It's always nice to know you're appreciated, even if she does like to skip out awful quick afterwards.

Angelo's smirk is just as bemused as it is appreciative - and it is very much so both of those things. His returned wave is... well, it could be described as saucy. It's just that Angelo wouldn't be the one to do it.

"...hey."

"Hey," says the blonde, lacing her fingers together behind her head and stretching.

Her mannerisms are very unlike those of 'Isabel' - there's less catlike grace and more cheerful openness - but despite the change in body certain things remain the same. An excellent midriff, for one.

Excellent breasts, too. He can tell because the stretching spreads her sweater and he had plenty of time to examine another excellent pair yesterday.

Angelo's smirk isn't going anywhere. He ran out of the room just as quick as Isabel did, after all.

"Kin'a hard to tan inside, ain't it?"

"If you think I'm here to tan, you are naive," she informs him with a grin, patting the couch beside her with an idle, inviting hand. "C'mere. What's your name?"

Angelo's grin is somewhat tempered by the arch of one brow that makes him look more bemused than interested.

Not that it stops him from coming closer or anything.

"Angelo," he says, and chooses to fall into the chair near her end of the couch. "You?"

"Cassandra," she replies after a moment's hesitation.

"Nice place, ain't it."

A nod to the richly decorated walls, lined with bookshelves and scattered bells. Whoever lived here originally seems to really have liked their bells. A lot.

Not that 'Cassandra' is paying those bells any attention; no, that's pretty much a transparent ploy to get the conversation going.

Really, really transparent. Transparent enough for even Angelo to see through it.

Again, not that it stops him from looking over at the bells or anything.

"Si. Good food." He glances at her with a small smirk before adding, "Better company."

It sounds like a flirt unless you're a strange little being that tastes emotions and can tell that it's more of a test than anything.

...okay, he sounds like he's flirting. He looks like he's flirting. But he's more suspicious than anything by taste.

Best not to let on she knows that, of course.

"You have no idea," 'Cassandra' returns smoothly with a wide grin, leaning forward and narrowly avoiding another wardrobe malfunction with that sweater.

His eyes narrow, flirtation giving way to a little more suspicion.

And maybe, just maybe, a thought to the girl he'd spent the night with.

Okay, the afternoon.

Part of the afternoon.

An hour.

Still.

"...might have an idea."

"Oh?"

Raised eyebrows.

He's thinking-- well, of her.

That's oddly sweet.

A hand drifts to her bracelets. Should she--?

Perhaps not just yet.

He shrugs in return, but Angelo's eyes are tracking the movement of her hand. It was too idle, too careful to have been anything but deliberate.

It doesn't occur to him that Isabel was wearing the same bracelets because he'd had much more to focus on than her wrists.

"Un poco."

Hah.

Caught on a little, has he?

Inanna's not going to reveal herself just yet, then. She lets the hand slip away.

"Congratulations," she says instead, lightly.

And with a bit of a grin, "Care to show me how much?"

Yes, she's being a little too forward, even for her. Perhaps she's growing careless.

Careless enough for Angelo to start wondering just how real Isabel was, or even 46, her innocence aside. He frowns and puts his hands to the armrests of the chair to push himself to his feet. "Nah, s'all right. Maybe later, eh?"

...dammit.

To hell with this.

"No," says not-Cassandra, sighing and flicking open her second bracelet. "C'mon, I'm just playin'."

A moment to remember the face, and it's not-Isabel who looks out at him, grinning apologetically.

"I'm not used to seeing the same guy twice in a row. Sorry."

A few seconds to make her point and Inanna goes back to the blonde. Suits the clothes better. Click goes the bracelet as it shuts.

...wut?

A beat passes and Angelo's reaction is, perhaps, surprising.

Since he's laughing.

"You bitch. What'd you think I was gonna do f'you told me?"

"...the hell?"

You confuse Inanna! She tastes the flow, trying to figure out what the hell's going on in his head.

"I have no idea. I didn't exactly plan on letting anybody know I can shapeshift," she admits wryly.

Angelo shakes his head at her, still grinning. "A'ight, fine, whatever. But f'those of us that don't got a choice about hidin' our powers, not really a big deal when other people end up havin' 'em."

"Y'say that," she counters, "but don't tell me you didn't just go through a list of every girl you've met here and try to pick out which ones were me. Guys, too, if you're sharp."

Wry smile.

"For the record, I've only ever met you as Isabel before. And when I'm not pretending to be half the women on the damn planet, I go by Inanna."

The name is a gift. Nobody else knows it save for Iris and rather a lot of people Inanna would rather forget. But new world, new rules. She's fond of Angelo.

"Didn't, actually." Angelo grins and comes over to slump back into the armchair. "I'll believe I only met you as Isabel 'cause Izz and Cassandra're th'only girls that've hit on me in years. So I'm guessin' Inanna has some kind of brain damage that makes her think I'm pretty hot an' I'm kinda likin' that."

He shrugs, still grinning at her. "Hell, that's one'a the least creepy powers I've ever seen."

Besides, it makes him feel worlds better to know Cassandra is Isabel is Inanna.

"It ain't brain damage; you are hot."

Inanna grins brightly.

"To me, anyways, and that's what counts."

"I'm not arguing." He is, however, reaching over to take hold of her wrist and urge her closer. 'Closer' as in 'in his lap.' He could, if he wanted to, admit and even show her that he can do a bit of shapeshifting himself.

But his shapeshifting isn't sexy so Angelo is currently thinking 'no' on that one.

"Hey, can you look like Jessica Alba? That'd be hot."

When he thinks at all, anyway.

"Sorry," she admits. "Only works to people I've met or at least passed in the street. This face is pretty close, though, if you ignore the hair."

Lap? Inanna likes lap! Yay lap. She's betting he won't mind if she snuggles in and makes herself comfortable.

Hell. No.

"Damn," Angelo sighs, looking not even slightly put out by this, likely because of hot girl in lap. He grins and slides his hands over her hips, settling back into the chair. "Guess I'll just hafta stick with you."

He's very depressed by this. No, really. He'll prove it with making out.

He might not be getting that particular point across, but it's close enough.

Mmm, making out.

In lap.

Life is good.

See how good life is, Angelo?

(Hint: very.)