"Do you see anyone else around here right now?" He was fully aware of when she stepped back into the town house. It was as if his senses were honed in on her. Fuck, he didn't even know her name, yet-it wasn't like Tamlin told him. "I can make food and clean up after myself like a good boy," he added with a cocky grin, already setting the food in the oven to bake.

Straightening, he moved to look back at her. "The servants are for show and for the others. Do you have a wine preference?" He was still working on dinner but paused, once again offering a cocky smirk. "I am Rhysand. Well, my enemies call me Rhysand. Everyone else calls me Rhys unless they rather go by Dark Lord, High Lord of Nighmares, Human killer, blah blah blah..."

And then he waited. The prompt was silent but he waited for her name.