"What's cookin', good lookin'?"
Nisha glances up from the whetstone, where she’s in the process of sharpening one of her favorite knives. The rest of her collection is laid out beside her. “Just getting things ready for tonight.” Her smile is every bit as sharp as the blade in hand, and gleams just as bright.
Now there’s a smile you can fall in love with– sickly sweet like a poison, but even more lethal. She’s got quite the impressive collection, most of which he has a rather intimate knowledge of. He leans on the door frame, smirking tongue-in-cheek.
“Mmm– sounds like a party. Am I invited?” It’s a rhetorical question, (he just likes the sound of his own voice). Nisha with a knife in her hand always sparks his fun-loving side, and he’s already craving that copper taste behind his teeth.