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Tommy couldn't help but roll his eyes at her sudden bout of laughter, though did take a moment to wonder at who smutbot was.

"Ah, believe me, in my home country, we make quite excellent lovers. Ti amo tanto. Ti penso ogni giorno. Sei la mia anima gemella e non posso vivere senza te. Non potrò mai smettere d’amarti." He grinned, the words rolling off of his tongue effortlessly. "To call what I would do to a woman nothing less then love making would be appalling...Which is to say it is doubtful I will find anybody worth bringing back here either." Unless the island was very, very surprising indeed.

As for the music.

"It is of no matter to me. You may play your music as loud as you wish, but if you prefer me to wear headphones then I will." He shrugged his shoulders from where he lay. "Anything else?"

"Ah, so you mock the language of love." He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, letting out an exaggerated sigh to go along with some dismissive hand gesture that was directed her way, though his face split into a grin soon afterwards. He didn't mind this girl, not one bit, not even because she had been attempting to take his room from him. Not even now, that she had basically moved herself in. He had no complaints, really. She seemed like she might actually be fun, and sharing a room with her could not possibly be nearly so bad as having to room in the basement instead.

When her giggles came to a steady halt, he looked her way, a pierced eyebrow quirking as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. There were no protests from him, as he doubted she was going to attempt to pull him out of it...and if she did, he wasn't about to go down without a fight! But still, that seemed unlikely, now, unless she was far more diabolical then he realized.

....Wait, no. She actually might have been.

There was no immediate reaction to the touch of her fingers, first as they grazed against his stomach and then as they "walked" up to his chest. He listened to what she had to say, head tilting slightly as he considered it.

And then, suddenly. "See. You could not resist the charms of my native language! Ah, I should have known better then to use it against you. Now look at the predicament I am in!" He grinned again, his hand reaching to wrap around hers.

"But of course, bella, if you are needing company in the night, you are more then welcome to share my bed." Perhaps surprisingly, he wasn't even thinking about sex when he said it.

He didn't trust her. He didn't trust her one single bit and he was right to, because she was trying to tease him, or perhaps maybe blue balls him, or, quite possibly both.

But he was on to her, and he didn't budge an inch or even blink when she leaned in close before whispering her words and pulling away. "Good." He smiled, a fairly genuine looking smile if not for a sudden hard glint in his eye that disappeared soon after. "Because I am thinking that you are not really my type, bella." The last word rolled off of his tongue, and he was suddenly grinning again.

But no. She might be fun to flirt with, to cuddle from time to time if she wanted, to talk to, but Tommy only had sex with people he was in a committed relationship with, and she did not fit his relationship material bill.

As for further additions to their room rules..... "I can not think of much at this time, if I am to be honest. I do not mind if you borrow my clothes as long as you keep them clean, I do not mind if you touch my things, as nothing I own is of any value to me. I do not mind if you want to play your music loud or if you want to have friends over, though fair warning ahead of time is always appreciated. Really, as long as I can come and go as I please without risk of causing some upset I am quite happy."

Tommy barked out a laugh. "I guess if they are to your liking. I do not have much...." He laughed again when she offered her clothing in return. "Ah yes, perhaps when I am working on my tan I can borrow a bikini." He grinned, and then listened, and nodded when she finished. "Yes, that all seems fair enough to me."

This probably actually could work.

At her command, he rolled to his side and scooted towards the wall, giving her as much room as he could to move in next to him, one arm draping lazily around her waist as he really had nowhere else to put it, his other bent at the elbow to prop his head up on his hand.

"What is your name, bella?" He asked, in a rather amused tone, having realized that they never had gotten around to introducing themselves to each other.

The arm was absolutely (mostly) harmless, except for a sudden urge to check whether or not she was ticklish.

"Like the motorcycle." He grinned, relaxing and doing nothing to remove his arm even when she elbowed it, because realistically there was no where to really put it that would be comfortable for him and he was all about being comfortable, or at least, as comfortable as he could be with his back pushed up against a wall.

"Hattie." He tested the name, and found that he rather preferred it to her given one. "I am Thomas Giacinto." The name rolled off of his tongue, his accent thickening for a moment. "But I do prefer Tommy. Though Spiky McPurple or whatever it is you have already seen fit to dub me with is also fine."

Apparently, despite his earlier intervention in her stealing his room, he was rather easy going.

It occurred to Tommy that their meeting rather had taken quite an odd turn, from fighting, briefly, over a room that they both considered theirs, to negotiating the terms of roommateship, to now, strangely, cuddled up together in Tommy's new bed while making small talk and, it seemed, only just now learning a few things about each other.

"It is quite beautiful hair." He admitted, " Actually, I once knew a fire eater who had hair such as yours. We always joked that she had a temper that matched her hair and trade perfectly." He said, with rather a lot of amusement and good cheer in his tone.

"She was a remarkable woman, who managed to stand out even among other remarkable people." He shifted his arm a little, moving his hand so that he could trace along a lock of her hair with the edge of his finger, before letting it drop again with a sigh. "She went missing, of course. Presumed to have given up the lifestyle of the travelling performer." He frowned then, whether or not she could see it.

"I often thought that it was odd. Her, and so many others, always vanishing, never leaving any word on why."

At her question, he gave his head a small shake before answering. "Well I would not call what I have done so far as unpacking. I do also have a few things left to collect from my old room at some point, but there is no rush."

"Ah, yes. I traveled across America with an entourage of interesting people with incredible talents. Some joined, some left, some came back together again for many of the very largest festivals. And some, well, like the fire eater, they just disappeared entirely, never to be seen again." He lifted his arm, making a fluttering off gesture with his fingers before he set it back down again.

"Perhaps. Do you think they allow us to go into the pod rooms just to look at those that are held in stasis there?" He pondered this for a moment, having considered the possibility briefly before. "I should ask to see a roster of the island's current occupants as well. I guess one might never know." He smiled, but what he didn't tell her was that not all of the people who disappeared were never seen from again. Mutilated bodies found in dumpsters or down dark alleys. But they were travelers, mostly foreigners, many with no ties, no permanent homes. Tommy just always assumed that often made them a target.

As she began to wiggle around in the bed, Tommy grinned. "You would waste your day away in bed when there is so much that could be done outdoors?"

Not that he was really complaining much. He could always go out to do things later.