”…my turn?” Elisa asked, taking a bite of food and looking at her a little curiously.

Somehow that made Dominique smile a little. ”Go ahead.” She said, having lost interest in her food momentarily. It was good food, just not as interesting to her as the woman who’d made it apparently.

Elisa had the momentary impulse to ask if the other woman was seeing anyone, but she felt awkward with the impulse and squelched it, asking instead: ”What’s um… what’s your favorite kind of music?” She asked a little helplessly, honestly having come up blank on what to ask next.

Dominique looked at her a moment then started laughing.

Elisa laughed a little too. ”Sorry.” She told her.

”Don’t apologize, I’ve been told I need to develop more of a sense of humor anyway.” She wiped a little moisture from her eye. ”You um… do you really actually want to know what kind of music I like?”

”Sure.” Elisa said, thinking she might as well stick with it, she still couldn’t think of anything else, which was kind of dumb, she could have sworn she’d had a thousand questions all lined up at one point. If she had though, they’d all escaped her. And anyway, somehow she didn’t really want to be… interrogating this woman like she would a suspect. Belatedly though, it did occur to her that she could have asked something about the corporation that she owned or what exactly she’d been doing at the office building. For whatever reason though, she found she didn’t really care that much to know. She couldn’t help it, she just found the woman across from her trustworthy. To her mind, there was just no way Demona/Dominique was a villain in all of this. Maybe it was that spark she felt whenever their eyes met – Whatever it was, she just knew she wanted her guest to like her, think she was interesting and fun, not just a cop who took her work home with her. ”Is that so hard to believe?” She asked with a little of a smile.

”No… it’s just, I mean that, no. I’ve… always liked flute music, or, played with a fiddle… or a violin. Old songs… happy ones.” She admitted. ”My son…” She started to say, but then stopped herself, shocked that she’d said that out loud. She’d… she didn’t, it was so unlike her to have…