He caught the jacket easily with one hand and flicked it to wrap around his wrist even as he took a deep breath, noting with fondness that she'd brought with her the delicious scent of strawberries. It was probably the most subtle of the scents she was wearing, but personal bias made it stand out far more than anything else.

He tossed the jacket onto a coat rack, where it landed next to his own red leather longcoat and incidentally giving her a glimpse of a pair of monochrome handguns hanging from the back of his pants, the black one on his left and the white one on his right. Coat dealt with, he then turned back and dropped down onto the couch next to her, setting his sword down so that it was once again propped up in easy reach.

"Just gimme some time, blew most of my starting cash on a pizza party so I ain't had much of a chance to replace my old collections. Hopin' to get my hands on some music equipment. But that's for later. So, does the Ridiculously-Hot Chick I'm about to go grab some booze for have a name or am I just gonna have to call you Sweet Stuff from now on?"