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"Oh yeah? And what do you mean calling me a customer? That's not reassuring you know." Virgil watched as the shirt brushed back his hair as it flew over his head. He assumed she'd been aiming at his face but bi-passed a comment and was just thankful his wardrobe had been completed. "I hope I'm not getting a bill for this," he muttered his comment under his breath, following the woman down the stairs- gown practically flowing around her thighs as she descended.

Virgil couldn't help himself, looking about the large house as he trailed after her. The house was large, larger than anything he'd spent the night in before, and for a brief moment wondered whether or not she lived there by herself. His question went unanswered and he found himself shaken free from thought as she stopped at the front door going so far as to opening the door for him to usher him out of her house. Strange- it was usually the other way around. Being on this side of the fence definitely felt more awkward.

"Alright then," he started, a wave of his hand as he stepped around her and out of the doorway. "Thanks for the good night, probably." Pointing a finger down the length of her driveway as if to confirm the direction, he shrugged and began walking in that direction. "Toodles."