"Mister Dresden? Really?" He knew he was dropping in unannounced, and even if he hadn't been, with his track record of appearance when someone came knocking at his own door, he was hardly a judge of her own. Besides, most guys really don't care what you're wearing in the first place. He was an observant guy, and he did notice the scars near her neck. After their talk, it shouldn't be a surprise, he knew what Piscary had done to her, but there was something different about seeing it, something that made it more real, and the desire to protect her surged up in the back of his mind.
Whoa, tiger. She's calling you by your surname. Maybe get her to call you Harry again before you start swearing yourself as her protector.
"I, uh," now that he was here, he realized he probably should have figured out exactly what he was going to say before he knocked on her door. Be yourself, right? Harry Dresden was usually way more prepared than this. "I know this is sudden, but I was in the neighborhood, and I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch." In the neighborhood? You live here, Harry.
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Whoa, tiger. She's calling you by your surname. Maybe get her to call you Harry again before you start swearing yourself as her protector.
"I, uh," now that he was here, he realized he probably should have figured out exactly what he was going to say before he knocked on her door. Be yourself, right? Harry Dresden was usually way more prepared than this. "I know this is sudden, but I was in the neighborhood, and I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch." In the neighborhood? You live here, Harry.