Yes, she lets you in.

Eleanor swings the door open for you. You take a look at her. She has flowing, strawberry blonde hair and pale skin. Big, thick-rimmed glasses showcase a pair of grey eyes behind them, and a summery dress with flower print is draped over her body, that you would describe as "healthy, and thick in all the right places."

She smiles. "Well, what are you standing there for? Aren't ya gonna come in?"

You apologize and step inside. You greet each other with three cheek kisses.

She leads you through the hallway to her living room. "I gotta say, your timing is impeccable. I just came out of the shower and put on some nice clothes for the heck of it. I dunno why actually, I was originally planning on vegging out for the day."

You wonder whether this has something to do with your powers. The time it took for a quick shower and putting on nice clothes could have corresponded with the time you'd spent thinking about going to visit her.

"The only thing you caught me off-guard with is the mess," she says. You look around. If this is her definition of a 'mess', then you definitely need to step up your game the next time you invite her to your room.

"Here, take a seat," she says, pointing to a two-person couch by the coffee table. There's two anime-themed place mats on it. You sit down. Eleanor goes to the kitchenette to fetch a tray with two steaming cups of tea. You quickly stop yourself as you briefly fantasize about her naked with a tray of pretzels. Damn you, Grace.

She sits down next to you and hands you your tea. As you both finish taking a sip from it, you confidently say "Now this. This is tea."

She giggles. "Why, thank you for stating the obvious in such a complimentary way, Sir." She takes another sip. The way she holds the cup, sticking out her pinky, is so goshdarn cute.

"So what brings you to this part of town?" she asks. You hesitate. "Met up with two colleagues of mine," you end up saying. Well, technically, it is true... Grace and Aphrodite are more or less your colleagues now your job is pretty much ruling the Earth.

"I see," she says. After an awkward silence, she puts down her tea. "So, what do you wanna do?"

As you look at her, sitting so close to you, your leg barely brushing against hers, all you want is to kiss her.

She starts licking her lips. You notice a slightly vacant expression in her eyes.

You stop yourself. 'No, stop. I want her to act normal,' you think to yourself.

The vacant expression disappears as she snaps out of it. She's looking at you quizzically. "Now, what are you looking at me like I'm crazy for?" she says in a playfully offended tone.

You chuckle awkwardly. "I'm not looking at you like you're crazy, I'm looking at you like I'm a crazy person."

"Aha, that does change things," she says with a slight smirk. She seems in a flirty mood. Maybe she was not actually brainwashed, maybe she was really ready to kiss after all and you chickened out? If only you could read her mind.

She runs her hand through her hair. "Look," she says, "I just want you to know I really, really enjoyed our date together," she says. "I just tend to need a little time to build trust with someone before I do... physical stuff. I hope you understand".

"I do," you say. You remember holding hands with her on the beach, and how strange it is that that was a 1000 years ago and it was not you but a now-dead doppelganger.

"For the record, I thought our beach walk was really romantic," Eleanor continues. "Although I have to admit, both of our palms got a bit sweaty at some point... and also, you had something stuck between your teeth for a while." Welp. At least you knew she was being honest right now. "Also, you seemed a little... excited?" Oh God. You were wondering if she had noticed the huge boner you were sporting when she held your hand.

She giggles. "Oh sorry, that was a little blunt of me. I dunno why I said that. Must be something in my tea."

"No, it's fine," you say, looking at her with a smile. "I want you to be honest. And I agree that it's good to take it slowly. Having said that... would you like to go on another date with me?"

"Sure," she says, coyly. "The next two days I'll be busy with an assignment, but the day after I'm free."

"Cool, then we can do an afternoon walk through the other part of town," you say. "There's some nifty museums there."

"Nice," she says. You stay there talking with her about anime, Internet memes, random stuff you read on Wikipedia, childhood memories, travel and everything under the Sun."

~.~

After your visit, you meet Grace outside. You notice a dead mouse lying a few meters from her.

"So, how was she?" she asks.

"What do you mean?" you ask her.

"I mean, how was she in the sack!"

"Oh, we agreed to take it slowly. Got a date lined up in 3 days tho!"

"Well, you are truly a saint," Grace says.

There is a problem, though. Eleanor's comment about your boner has given you a raging boner. You're very horny, and you don't know how you are going to manage your hormones the next two days. You don't want to brainwash Eleanor beyond having her blurt out her innermost thoughts. No walking around naked with trays.

"So, Mother Teresa," Grace says, "what mischief have you planned now?"