The crackling fire beckoned her in, instantly enveloping her in it’s radiating warmth. Alexa sat on the battered arm chair and only looked up when someone else came to join her.
‘Lovely night, don’t ya think.’ The thick English accent of Barron Hotchcroft Von Hugenstien (because that’s the best name in history) floated through the room towards her. With an angry sigh she turned her head towards him.
‘What do you want?’ She demanded bluntly.
‘What could I possibly ever need in the presence of such beauty.’
‘A punch in the face sounds good.’