Enchanting Love, Omegaverse RP

"Paranoia is being distrustful and suspicious of others without adequate reasons. I would say I have quite a grip on my reasons for being distrustful and they are quite adequate." Rather than make a few trips he opened the fridge to remove the decanter with the deep red fruit juice combination to bring it and his glass of wine back to the table. Putting the wine glass at his side he then poured her another glass before returning to the kitchen as he spoke. "Cars and houses have locks because even in this modern era people put importance on safety. Is it paranoia to lock your car on the whim that it might be stolen? I should think it's because society has shown that it's only as strong as its weakest link. I don't get concerned or lose sleep over the idea of someone with a power I just think you should know about them so you can take them down if the need arises. Preparedness."

He took a moment to settle back into his chair facing her while letting his eyes blink slowly with an almost feline mannerism. "I also hate to disappoint you but I'm not afraid of anything. Human, Alien, Eldridge horror, I've seen it all in my life and every single time I've faced it with the insistence that -I- am what they need to be afraid of." There wasn't a pride to his statement nor was it spoken of casually. It was a conviction that he felt deep in his being. He'd stared down every opposition he had ever come across and never once did he feel like he would cower. He took a moment but seemed to almost hone in on her discomfort with the topic. "Social Psychologists encourage for people to find common ground but also to break ground in order to see how well people get along when they are at odds with each other but I don't want your first day here to be unpleasant. I want you to feel comfortable here with me. Is there anything I can do for you?"

It was a little surprising that she hadn't inquired any further. He would have thought certainly that mentioning eldritch horrors would have gotten some curiosity out of her but for now she seemed to have ignored it. He would give her this though, she did stick to her guns rather than risk rolling over and submitting to his more forward personality. That was at least some testament of character despite that still mousey exterior. He did shift to sit more at ease which compared to the rather professional way he sat showed the semi casual state by resting his arm over the back of the chair. At the inclination of the story being refused by some stations he would run his mind across a few outlets. He recalled how one of the Tokyo TV station C.O was allowed his stay on planet so what could it hurt.

"I can put in a word for you at TV Tokyo. They should be rather interested in the story once it is done. I admit I'm curious to see how exactly you spin the story with yourself being part of it. Or are you intending leaving out your harrowing adventure?" He grinned rather knowingly at her and would tap the tip of his index finger against the top back of the chair. "I should think that a news station would jump at the opportunity to get to say they have a reporter who is going to be quite popular from the story. You just have to believe and present yourself as dynamic, vivacious, and worth having around."

Watching her from where he was seated her reaction earned a less than thrilled expression from him. It was possible to put on a poker face but it almost felt as if she were trying to react in every manner except the way he was hoping. Steadily he brought his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose and rub away the small tension that he felt carry through him. A slow breath and silent exhale as his steel like gaze drifted back to her. In many ways he was doing for her far more than he really normally cared to. Often enough he wouldn't have batted an eye at any other journalist, reporter, or investigator who had fumbled over themselves but the girl did seem true to herself even if it was in possibly the most conscientious manner that was quite the opposite of his own methods. He didn't care what it took to achieve a goal, the ends did justify the means so long as you were true to self. It was the one fact about her that he did have to appreciate was that she was being true to herself even if she was possibly boxing herself in with her mannerisms.

A part of him briefly considered the notion that were he a more typical individual the hammer fall could hit at any time to insist that show owe him. Helping her on the job, giving her a place to stay, putting her in contact with people who could get her gainfully employed and so far he had nothing to show for it but half a breakfast. Still it wasn't why he had done it but hadn't any of those things occurred to her? So why did she seem almost determined to disagree? He had been quiet for several long moments as he had processed the notion over and chose his words for her.

Her going off alone had been her own choice but it was one that she had predictably made an easy enough path to set her on. Still he would slowly let his voice speak up once more only now it was a little lower as if weighted by the importance of the statement. "No one says you have to pretend to be another person but let me make something very clear. If I recommend you for this it means that I am attaching my name and reputation to you and that means that if you are walking in unsure of yourself or what you bring to the table it reflects poorly on me. I want you to be confident and see yourself for the sexy, talented, and determined investigative reporter that you're proving to be," Standing from his chair he stepped around to stand near to her and look down at her. "Can you do that?"

Well she hadn't answered him in the affirmative or the negative but had again shifted the topic as to -why-. He placed his hand on the back rest of her chair and came in closer to her. Being in close proximity his scent was subtle from near the neck line of his shirt. Hardly noticed earlier from the smell of the food cooking but close enough now that it could be picked up. He was the kind of man who refused to be wrong and the idea of doing things strictly out of altruism was an almost foreign concept, but he did tend to what he was protective of. He thought she might have picked up on that when he had threatened her abductors at the time of her rescue. Slowly he continued to speak in the same low voice that gave away no frustration or rage but still did speak to convey the importance of what he was telling her. "Because being sexy, or attractive is about more than just looks. You need to convey confidence and certainty. If you aren't confident in yourself how can you be confident in the stories you present them that *you* wrote? You are adaptive, clever, and although a little bit clutzy you make up for it in determination. Other things that can be sexy are traits like integrity, personal strength, being nurturing all of which you have shown yourself to be over our investigation."

His free hand came to cup her cheek and for a moment it felt particularly warm, as if he'd been handling the skillet only moments from the meal being piping hot but it had long since cooled and gradually the heat faded to an almost comfortable warmth like sun on a cool day. Bringing her gaze up to meet his as he continued the admonition. "As to the physical well it's apparent that you have a great set of legs. Nice full hips and breasts. Full luxurious hair that looks like it'd be perfect for pulling in the middle of mating and though hidden behind those glasses you have eyes that are quite dazzling. Besides there are some who like the bookish look and it can suit you but I think you'd look just as delectable dressed like a librarian or like a model."

Dusan wasn't the kind of man to waste words. For him it was action and deed that drove things more than words. Politicians minced words but what a person did was always the greatest tell about a personality. Sitting and cherry picking words people wanted to hear was something the young him might have done but not now. Intentioned to do good was different than actually doing good. In this particular situation he had been trying to use words since it was less likely to make for a hostile, uncomfortable, or intense living situation. Haley had just gotten here and didn't need her first day to be made to question if this was a good idea or not. But so far this evening had been nothing but controversy. Now she was refusing to meet his gaze and now to reduce everything he had said to a simple fetish analogy had him quite vexed. Polite or not it was starting to put a deal of strain on him and his more autocratic nature threatening to unleash in a potentially less than calm or collected manner.

"Firstly there are two definitions to Fetish. The text book definition is a strong dedication to something so even your sense of honesty for you could be a fetish. But if you really want to talk sex then technically a fetish is the desire for something for something *other* than its sexual organs, if you want to get text book." A quick release of her face and he was able to take the chair itself and turn her to face him. He was close and the air felt like it rose a few degrees. "But just so we're clear on something... I don't appreciate it when I give someone a list of things that I like about them and it gets reduce down to a sarcastic and dismissive comment. Kind of makes you look like a b---- when you do that. I'm not objectifying you or saying that all you are good for is f---ing. I told you a lot of traits you have are attractive such as your integrity, drive, and intelligence but if you see *all* that as just fetishizing you then yea maybe that is all people will see you as from your perspective."

When she had stood there was just a moment where he was half expecting for her to take a swing at him. The tension in her form and her balled fists easy indicators to her own sense of frustration comparable to his own. Still though there was the factor that he would not strike her. He may have been emotionally charged and he certainly was infuriated but violence wasn't the answer right now. Instead though she just said she was going to her room and turned to exit. The f--- did she have to be upset about? Here she was being given a new place, job prospects, and he was paying her compliments and she was angry?! Were he more prone to his emotions he might have slammed his hand onto the table but instead he swallowed that privative response. Still there was no denying he needed to get out this frustration. He would leave the dishes to be handled later and turned to walk off through the house.

Another appointed room had been set up was a small personal gym area. The floor was covered in matting and scattered at the corners and edges was piece of physical training equipment to keep him fit while in the comfort of his own home. It wasn't as high tech as the things back at SPIRIT but it would be sufficient. A treadmill, set of weights, a bench, chinning bar but the thing he needed now was a human sized heavy bag. Once he had turned on the lights he was making his way towards it. There was no stopping to remove his shoes, change clothes, or even to put on a set of gloves or hand wraps. Checking his fist for only a short moment he would start to deliver a series of blows onto the inanimate object. The attack wasn't a blind fury of swinging as some might think. Heck this wasn't even a temper tantrum letting rage fuel each hit. No this was quite the opposite. This was a grounding method that he could vent his frustration in a way that reminded him how important it was *not* to lose control. It was a zen sort of experience as with each impact of his hand hit he could regain control over himself. Throwing a punch, tightening his arm, shoulder, wrist, and hand, just as it made contact was vital. Not doing these things could cause more harm to him than anything good coming from it. So this meant Breathing, tensing, relaxing, focusing power, all of it was a process and as the metal frame supporting the bag shook and creaked he could feel himself starting to mentally level out.

The rest of the day had passed by with relatively little excitement. After having managed to calm himself down Dusan distracted himself by immersing himself in his work once more. Reports on aliens that required assigning junior or senior members of SPIRIT to handle in his stead. He really had no interest in menial bureaucratic matters and handling weaker threats was just overkill. In truth most of the time the day in and day out handling of matters bored him. It was why he would go take on criminal cases. Sure there was enough tech to easily go to a crime scene and immediately know what had happened but that hardly was enjoyable. He'd enjoyed the small walk along of taking Haley on the investigation. He'd been subtly showing and explaining forensic reports among other details she could use in the future. He had never liked it when people bowed up to him but there was a small very reclusive part of him that liked it when done properly. After all no one liked a door mat.

The early twilight hours of setting sun found him sitting quiet in the study of the house with a book open to his right and his tablet opened on his left as he compared some notes. Everything had been still and were he a less hyper aware person he wouldn't have heard the small shuffling noises of the sound of Haley back up and around. In some ways she was still quite mousey as she had begun sifting through the house looking for something. After a little bit he thought she might have been trying to locate something of hers that he had brought in and so rather than avoid the matter he would push up from his chair and make his way towards the source of the noise.

By the time he found her she was putting ice into the cup and holding it to her head. Having arrived as silent as a ninja it was something not intended to startle her but it was just an almost state of being how he turned on and off his presence in a room. When he felt like he wanted to be seen he could be and when he wanted to be unobtrusive well there was always that option too.

"Have a headache?"

Seemed that their verbal altercation earlier had been enough to cause her some pain. He was certain that it wouldn't be the last one he was likely to be responsible for but this wasn't one of the times where he wanted to inflict pain on a person. Then again there was the possibility that she just had an unusual method for trying to cool off by holding the cup against her head but that was doubtful. Traditionally he rarely kept pain medication around. He did reserve one small portion in his own bathroom cabinet for when a stay over companion might have been sore from the... goings on... of the evening. Dusan for himself saw it as a crutch. He preferred the idea of being determined enough (or psychotic) enough to just push through the pain he may have. Still he couldn't very well expect that of his new tenant.

"Did you need something for it?"