Caimileir threw himself over the railing before anyone could've read his intentions. The backflip that followed in mid-air was so smooth that the redhaired woman actually considered that he'd done this more often. He landed right beside her; on one foot and one knee, much like a superhero would. Irony wanted that she was now gawking at the cyan-haired man the same way the little boy had gawked at her earlier. She recovered from the initial awestruck reaction as he seemingly laboriously rose to his feet again, shaking the leg he'd landed on the ground with his knees with. Pandora bought the play like a child being given a cookie. “You know I'm supposed to be the only cripple here, right?” Pandora said jokingly, returning the smile with an amused smile of her own. When his arm slipped around her waist she tensed up at first glance, but eventually relaxed and even allowed him to lead her further as they walked. She asked what they were to do next, and he replied in a way that sent goosebumps down her spine. In a good way. A date. Caimileir's whispery breath nudging her ear brought a flush of warmth to course through her body. Somehow that sounded nice, even if it was merely to have a believable cover-story to back them up. The redhaired woman wanted to reply to it when she recalled something and tore her hips away from his arm, heading straight for one of the reception desks.
When she returned with the good news, Caimileir’s reaction caught her even more off-guard, and yet again she was pulled into a rollercoaster of estranged feelings trying to overtake her when his strong arms pulled her into a hug. She hung there slightly awkwardly for a few moments, a bright smile plastered on her face at his excitement. Pandora enjoyed it most when she could put a smile on people's faces, even though it seemed that Caimileir's excitement went beyond just a smile when something pressed into her stomach. She didn't dare look down, but her mind was imaginative enough to know what it was that was doing the prodding. When he closed in on the side of her face her head turned with him, then tried to turn back when the cyan-haired man aimed for her cheek. If she didn't he'd be kissing something way different. Caimileir missed, and Pandora turning her head didn't quite help when his lips pressed unto the corner of her mouth. Something seemed to explode within her stomach. She moved back almost simultaneously with Caimileir, but felt the hands on her waist keeping her from actually leaving. Not that they kept her standing physically, but it was moreso the fact that they were just resting on her waist right then and there that somehow left the redhead to stay within his reach. He blushed. She tried her best to keep her own blush from surfacing. The man finally found his words after some trying and apologised, letting go off her. Pandora couldn't help but feel a small sting of disappointment creeping up on her when his touch left her, but replied in sync. ”No please, it's fine. Things like that can happen when in the spur of the moment, especially with so much excitement.” she reassured him, keeping her eyes from wandering further down. Even from the corner of her eye she could properly see what was happening down there, and unbeknowst to her the same thought as his crossed her mind. Perhaps tight pants hadn't been such a good idea. Even though Caimileir rocked them for the full 100%. Pandora coughed softly. Focus please.
”Sooo…” she muttered a bit awkwardly, but was saved by the cyan-haired adonis taking the lead again. He suggested going to the workshop he’d apparently rented outside of town, wanting to sit out the time there until dusk came. Wishing to use his time well, he'd be taking some extra measurements for the prosthetic leg as they waited, which sounded just fine for her. Rather spend your time well than to waste it doing nothing. So off they went to his mysterious workshop, which took them quite a bit of time to reach due to one too many detours and a stop at the wrong workshop. He apologised for the inconvenience, seemingly feeling rather embarrassed, and after a bit more of searching finally found the right workshop. Like a true gentleman he opened the door for her, allowing for Pandora to enter without much effort and take a gander. The inside looked fairly unused, many a machine hidden underneath large white cloths to keep them from being covered in dust. The large table in the middle seemed the most prominent piece, littered with papers and drawings she could make little off other than them being probably rather detailed blueprints. Pandora let her eyes wander through the room, only to have them cease in surprise when she focused on her partner in crime again, who had taken the liberty of undoing his shirt. Being the type of woman she was, she could appreciate the body he'd been gifted with, a blush coloring her cheeks ever so slightly. ”Oh by all means, do indulge me further~” she said almost immediately, a bit too spontaneously for her own good. Only then did she focus on the scars riddling his body, her eyes softening as she wondered what the man had gone through to gain all these wounds in his life.
Clearing his throat tore Pandora's attention away from his body to look at him. Caimileir seemed a bit fidgety, because he started organising the things he had shoved aside only moments earlier. The redhead looked at him curiously as he started explaining, soon enough realising that what he was asking of her indeed rather unorthodox. Had it been any other woman than her, they would've already thrown the foulest of names at the man for even daring to ask such a thing; Pandora however remained silent. Listening to the rest of his explanation, where the cyan-haired man tried his best to legitimise his demand, she felt this strange tingling feeling within her stomach. It somehow made her feel funny inside. Perhaps it was the sudden no-underwear claim he'd thrown inbetween that had caught her off-guard? When Caimileir silenced, a hint of a frown had appeared on her face, but not for the reason he might expect her to. What surprised her more than the request was the man’s babbling. Was he really rambling? This seemingly stoic man she only met a few hours ago felt like he was the last one to fall prey to such things, but still, there he was. Silent and expecting something. Most-likely a tantrum of sorts, she thought. Slowly the one-eyed Dagger shook her head, remained silent and turned around, heading for the door without saying another word. Once nearing it she slowed down, her hand reaching for the doorknob but lingering above it, her eye searching for something.
Key, key, key… ah! A key. Fitting it into the lock, Pandora twisted it until she heard the “click” of the door barring itself from being opened again.
“If we're gonna do this then I'd rather have the chance of someone walking in be as close to non-existent as possible…” she replied in an audible enough voice for him to hear, leaving the key in the locked door. The red-haired woman did not turn around however, and instead remained stagnant in front of the now locked door, as if she was gathering her bearing. When she had done so, she turned on the back of her heel, far more smoothly than one would expect from a one-legged individual, and slowly made her way back towards Caimileir in silence. Stopping somewhat further than an arm's length away from the half-naked man with the chiseled torso, Pandora looked at him and sighed. Whatever made her sigh however was barely noticeable; there was no annoyance, relief or any emotion within it. Rather, it seemed like one you'd make when having come to a decision. ”You know, Caimileir…” she started, one hand slowly undoing the sash around her waist, which was keeping the kimono tightly and snug around her body. ”I'm putting my trust in you right now, a lot of it, in fact.” Both the belt-made rope and sash unceremoniously dropped unto the floor, allowing for the kimono to fall open and become undone. It fell open, but not enough to reveal anything more than her stomach and a large portion of her voluptuous cleavage. Her hand seemed to struggle trying to take the fabric off her body, as she usually did so whenever seated. Standing up gave her the disadvantage of only using one hand, needing the other to seek support on her cane to not fall over. She grumbled at the piece of clothing having a will of its own, and eventually just gave it a forceful tug, making the kimono come undone entirely when it slid off her shoulders. Although she did not quite dislike underwear, she abhorred the fact that there was little available to make her feel comfortable in her current state, so had forgone anything involving her upper half. Her lower half was still wrapped in a string of bandages around her waist and missing leg, as if they made a pair of shorts out of it.
Now she stood before him far more exposed than she'd ever thought to be, Pandora felt a little small. A gentle smile had perched upon her lips as she looked back up from her cane, the kimono draped across her left arm as if it were a coat, Pandora close to fully naked. A few handful of still-healing wounds, cuts and bruises unflatteringly adorning her back, abdomen and arms. ”I want to trust you, so please don't shame it.” The redhead spoke, the embarrassment steadily disappearing from her posture. She had nothing to hide, nor was there little she was afraid to show. Somehow her hands had unconsciously found their way towards Caimileir's abdomen, her fingers slowly tracing the scars upon his body with a most tender touch. Her eyes wandered down towards them, the look within them seemed distant for a few moments, as if they were staring at something not present “here”. Gods, he resembled him so damn much… If she didn't know any better, Pandora would’ve even bargained the unthinkable right now. Rhadamanthys; alive and well. Right before her. She chuckled. Nonsense. She knew damn well he was gone, beyond her reach. If Caimileir did not object or do anything against it, her fingertips would linger upon his body, pressing ever so gently into his muscular torso, while she mumbled silent words. ”I hope this is ‘down’ enough for you, Caimileir,” Pandora said after a brief moment of silence, her eyes meeting his again, focused and clear. They did not seem to falter. ”Anything further you'll have to instigate yourself. Until then, just tell me where you need me.” The gentle fingers left his torso, shifting into a hand that patted his abdomen in such a way that it seemed she was demanding herself to get to the order of today. If Caimileir told her where he would have her, she'd follow along, working with him so he could make the right measurements without all too much trouble. Yet she wondered why her heart had decided upon acting the way it did; beating far more vividly than usual.