I don't have a type. I'm more of a 'mission-type' guy. Sorry, chickie-boo.

[Casually, he shifted his weight and ascended to the next step. His hands moved out to his sides in a show of not being in possession of a weapon as he began to climb to stairs to even their positions. He was far more interested in getting to his room than tangle with her; he was also curious if anyone else was on the first floor landing.]

Easy now. I've got no reason to tangle with someone as special as you.