“oh, yeah! -- seriously, you chose the right person for the job. liz?” she glances from the woman to james, “has been a delight.” delight? such a fancy word for such a millennial .. or such an atty. but, hey, his etiquette is rubbing off on her. could do her some good to be a little polite.. instead of constant vulgarity. “i’m athena everett--” even using her full name? christ, he’s made an impression on her! “but i go by atty, usually. you can call me whatever you want, though, james.” her small, manicured hand goes to rest against his arm, obvious flirtation ... despite assuring herself in her own mind that he’s way out of her league.
“so you built this place?” she hadn’t been paying much attention, but.. was sure this place was old as hell. it’d been renovated, maybe, but there’s no denying the age.. yet somehow, she doesn’t put two and two together. just asks, voice lowered, “think you could show me around? like, a tour? the architecture is beautiful.”