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There is the distinct hint of man when she arrives home.

This does not bode well. Sally's instincts are attuned to sniffing out the intruder and sending him skittering off with a well placed use of the word 'tampon', but she's displeased with the mere fact that she has to. There should be no men in her humble abode. This is where she strips off all the layers and lets her scary out. This should be a man-free zone.

"Excuse me?" she got out sharply. "What are you doing here?" she demanded of the man, arms crossed firmly as she regarded him and trying not to make notice of the fact that he was handsome.

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Hank lifted an eyebrow at her, lips quirking. "Emergency sex?" Well, there was an idea to keep in mind. "Listen, Sal, gimme a head's up here. You got a beefy boyf lurking around that's gonna turn green when he hears about moi?"

"Don't call me Sal," she said, curtly. It was the male association, but it was also because it reminded her of Susan and how very far away Susan was. If Susan were here, they would have very long lists and the sole poor Australian she had met would be in terrible trouble and she would already have a roommate.

As for the question...

"There may be a bloke who wants to take me out for dinner," she admitted. "But it's a first date."

"Really." Hank took a moment to think about that, before moving over to Sally. "I'm jealous already. Care to let me join you two infatuated tweens for the date? I'll letcha know if he's only interested in a side order of vag play." He lifted a coy shoulder, brushing off his talent. "It's a gift. Use me and abuse me."

"I'm starting to dislike you," she warned, because she had bad enough trouble on dates on her own without bringing along a male companion. She gave Hank the stink-eye at that. "Besides, I'm hardly an infatuated tween, not with all the man I've dated."

"Bit of a goer, huh?" He asked, the glisten in his eye the giveaway that he was only teasing. "So when's this dinner?" He figured he could swing by anyway and do some undercover analysis for her. The possibility of telling her her date is a prick might not be the best start to a shining new roommateship though.

"Less of a goer and more men are useless and none have measured up enough to stick around," she remarked dismissively, only half-paying attention to him anymore. "And it's in a week's time," she responded. "We'll see if he's good enough to stick around."

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