A neighbor

The smile only lasted a moment before she turned back to the phone in her left hand, but it was enough time for Samson to get a glimpse at the gorgeous blue eyes hiding behind her glasses. The blonde was sitting on the stoop of the building, so he had to stand awkwardly close to her as he pulled up the message with the door code.

I suppose you're not interested in her either, shitface?

Entranced by his fleeting look at her beautiful eyes, Samson replied, "Actually, I think it's time for a little of that fun you promised me."

Finally! Just let me at her, kid.

A familiar feeling spread over Samson, not unlike the burst of sensation he remembered from his... recreational **** using days. In this case the accompanying confidence, however, was fully justified as he knew Gray had taken over most of his bodily functions, and the demon was, well, a demon. He felt a cocky half-smile form on his face and did whatever the cognitive version of kicking back on a couch is.

Demon-Samson stopped in the doorway right after punching in the door code, and loudly asked, "Excuse me, ma'am, do you speak English?"

Predictably, the woman turned to face him and replied, "Yes, little bit."

"Do you know where the nearest grocery shop is. I just flew in from New York and I'm very hungry."

Her eyes twinkled a little bit at the mention of New York. Inside, Samson swooned a little, and marveled a bit at how smooth Gray was. If there was a key to the heart (or pants) of an Eastern European girl, it had to be a casual name drop of the richest, most famous city on the planet, right?

"Shop is around left corner," the blonde replied in an accent that made Samson realize just how much he was going to enjoy this trip, "Is not open today, though, because of holiday."

"Oh! Dear, I didn't know that. Are there any restaurants open around here?"

She shrugged and answered, "Little, maybe. I not knowing any."

"Ah, well maybe I need to change my plans then. It was nice to meet you," Samson's right hand went out from his pocket, inviting a handshake.

"Nice to meeting you, Meester..." she took his hand and looked up at Samson expectantly.

"Gray, My name is Gray. And you are?"

"Alina," she dropped the shake and seemed prepared to go back to her phone, but Samson knew that Gray had more up his sleeve.

"May I ask what you're doing sitting out here on such a hot day, Alina?"

"I waiting for my... boyfriend, I think is right word," she replied, with a shrug, "is late, as usual."

"Oh, what a terrible decision to leave such a beautiful young thing waiting. Doesn't he know that you could make so many rash decisions while he is away? Why, you could have any man you wanted but here you are, waiting for an ungrateful boy. Why don't you forget him, and come fix a dinner for me?"

The line would never have worked for a normal human. Samson probably would never have even tried it, and any guy who did was probably hit with a nearby blunt object immediately after it left his mouth, but Gray was not a human, and was seemingly unbound by propriety and common sense.

It worked. While her face initially showed confusion, Alina quickly shifted her posture towards him, opening her body position and clearly becoming more interested in him. A second later he became certain of it, as she shifted further revealing no bra and no pants even.Holding her eyes to his and emitting a powerful pheromone probably helped, but Samson was increasingly convinced that Gray got whatever he wanted simply because he never let it sound like you could disagree with him. This still left unexplained how such word magic worked on a lady who barely spoke English, but he was fine counting that as hand-wavy magic.

Looking down as Alina turned, Samson and Gray took note of her outfit for the first time. Samson became uncertain that she was wearing anything under her shirt. Alina realized that Samson could see this, but despite blushing, she made no effort to conceal herself.

"Just what kind of evening did you have planned, Alina?" Gray inquired.

"We... were... going to sex," she responded, clearly somewhat confused by her own use of the past tense.

"Well, then I think I'd like some of that, too," Gray left it at that and took her by the hand.

With apparent trepidation at first, but growing obviously less **** as they walked, Alina followed Gray into the building and then showed him to her apartment.