I Am Human And I Need To Be Loved

His mind occupied with the maid for a moment, a smirk rising on his lips, it took him a few minutes to register her words. “It is. I can’t see why she dislikes me so much. I’m pleasant. There is a lot to do. A hand to help would be grand.”

While she doubted his intentions, Damara thought this was a good a time as any to learn about the different ghosts that frequented the house. Chin lifting as she appraised his nudity one more time, the dark haired woman nodded. “I will help, but only if you get some pants on.” 

Eyes twinkling with small amusement, Damara looked away from him to briefly examine the floors. “Doesn’t this house have a maid?” 

A smirk brimmed Hugo’s lips at the woman’s question, his mind filling with the wondrous body of Moira. She had surely been a great catch when Constance and him had required a maid. He had enjoyed her dearly, “It does, but the maid does not like me so.”

Damara's smile only spread at his little confession. It seemed only right that the person in charge of cleaning up messes wouldn't like a man like this. "Well isn't that a shame. Well I better let you get back to it then, I'm sure there's a lot you need to get done."

An amused grin followed from her words and Hugo shrugged his shoulders, “You could always show me how to scrub the floor properly if you wanted. I wouldn’t disapprove, I’m sure.”

Eyes twinkling with small amusement, Damara looked away from him to briefly examine the floors. “Doesn’t this house have a maid?” 

Eyebrow arching, Damara kept her face neutral. “I’m sorry was I not supposed too? You appeared proud of cleaning naked.”

“I am proud. I was just curious as to if you were going to stare all day or maybe- join me?” He smirked, licking his lips and leaning against the doorframe.

A small--condescending--laugh bubbled from Damara's throat. "You certain you could even use that properly? I'm pretty mean on my critiques."

Eyebrow arching, Damara kept her face neutral. "I'm sorry was I not supposed too? You appeared proud of cleaning naked."

Wiping down one of the many shelves that contained unlit candles, Damara hummed softly to herself. The store had been a little on the slow side which gave her ample amounts of time to clean and get things rearranged. It was until she heard a noise behind her that she knew anyone had come in.

“I…” Kashmiere’s eyebrows furrowed. “This isn’t the smoke shop,” he commented, taking another step inside. Truthfully, he hadn’t been paying attention to where he’d been going and the building he’d looked for was two doors down. 

Head turning, Damara looked at the young man with mixture of annoyance and confusion. Stepping down from her step-stool, the raven haired woman tried to put a warm smile on her face. "I believe what you're looking for is a couple doors down. Unless of course, you were want some incense?"

Damara knocked on the door softly as she entered the house. She figured that if she got any questions as to why she was there, the dark haired woman would be able to say she had knocked. Glancing around, she tentatively walked to the living room. She had a few pouches in her purse that she wanted to lay around–hopefully to keep the inhabitants of the house safe from the dangerous ghosts. “Please let these work,” she mumbled–placing one near the window toward the front of the room.

Keeping herself invisible, Salem sat upon the stairs when Damara made her way into the house. Something about the woman’s presence was making the ghost uncomfortable, though curious, she boosted herself off the steps and followed distantly behind. Watching her place something on the windowsill, the little ghost narrowed her gaze, flickering into sight. “What is that?” She questioned strongly, pointing to the pouch.

Sucking in a breath, Damara turned quickly at the question. Eyes falling on the young girl, the woman gave her an uneasy smile. "Nothing important really. Just something to help everyone in the house," she answered. She couldn't begin to wonder how a young child came to be in this house, but the sight only furthered her want to protect the living as much as possible.

Hair flipping over her shoulder, Damara gave the young man a once over. “Why do you want too? It’s not like you will be paid.” Her natural tendency to not trust others unless they were close family burned deeply in her gut. What did he want? She was going to make sure to find out. 

Following in pursuit, Olivia placed the candles beside the rest, smiling faintly to Damara. “I hope so, too… I’m just thankful no one found my athame,” the younger witch explained animatedly, her hand almost hitting one of the candles she just picked up. Bracelets jiggling as she lowered her arms, she grinned sheepishly. “That would be much more dangerous.”

Lips pursed as she nodded, Damara allowed a soft sigh to escape her. “It would do some damage that’s for sure. Follow me,” she said, stepping quickly to where she held the stuff meant for true practicers of the art. “I have to keep them behind the counter else people think it’s fun to hold little fights with them. A kid almost gutted another one once. Thought I was going to lose the shop.” Opening the case to show the crescent moon shaped knives, Damara leaned against it. “Which one would you like?” 

I'm sorry, how very rude of me. Damara.

-Damara smiled, letting go of her nervous energy- Sorry, It’s still just a little…difficult, most days…I would love a drink though.