There was a knock on Lieutenant Cullen's door, to which he tossed a gruff clearing of his throat in answer. The Watchman continued as if this were a routine response of his superior's. "Someone to see you, Lieutenant. She doesn't have an appointment."

After a beat Cullen quizzically looked up at the Watchman. Who the hell makes an appointment to see him' "What?" Cullen arched a brow and watched the younger officer step aside. Isuelt was standing behind him. Cullen all at once leaned back in his chair and tossed his pen upon the blotter, exhaling as he did so. "Well, I was hoping you were around here somewhere." He eyed her carefully, "Glad to see you're not dead." Cullen added that last bit mostly for the Watchman who was making his way back down the hall.

Isuelt sardonically lifted her brows, "Thanks." She slid inside his office and took up a lean against his desk.

"You-" He nearly stuttered, "You know what I mean." Cullen folded his arms over his chest and watched her as she perched herself on his desk. He hated not seeing her on a regular basis. He hated that everything with her lately was up in the air. But as he assessed her, he noted that she looked different than the last time he had seen her; the last few times, to be honest. "You look..." He searched for the right words. He didn't want to seem creepy and he was well aware that his office door was still open. "Rested."

A smirk flashed against her lips that quickly grew into a smile. "Thanks." She pushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Almost always pulled back, her hair today relished its freedom of hanging in loose waves well past her shoulders. "Sleep does that."

"You're sleeping well?" He really didn't mean for that to sound as slimy as it came out.

"Yeah, actually. Got a new place." She paused for a moment, still smirking at Cullen. There was something about actually watching him squirm that placated her, fascinated her. "Got a new job."

"What' Really?" He sat forward, genuinely surprised if not altogether thankful. That would mean that she wasn't up and leaving for good, right' "Uh...here" Like, in Rhydin?" Playing down the desperation.

"Yeah. Here in Rhydin." She grinned. "You're not getting rid of me that easily I'm afraid, Cullen. Sorry."

A simple scoff from Lieutenant. He was curious, however. "Doing...what?" He looked her over once again and noted the simple changes in her wardrobe. Black pants, though they were not leather. Black shirt, though it was of the T-shirt variety. Belt, though it held a tactical pouches rather than swords.

"Call it security. But for a company based here in Rhydin and not some far off island." She tapped a boot toe lightly on the floor. "Anyway, I was just coming by to let you know."

Cullen nodded. "Well, thanks for that."

"And to see if you were free for dinner."

It may have been Isuelt who was perched on the edge of the desk, but it was Cullen who nearly fell off his chair. "What?"

"Dinner. Do you have plans?" She inclined her head.

"Uhm...no." He was hoping she was really asking and not him fantasizing about it again.

"Good. Then why don't you meet me at that new place on the water south of the Market?" She stood up. "I'll tell you more about the new job then." Isuelt couldn't help but smirk at the look on Cullen's face. "Sound good?"

It took him a moment to find his tongue. "Uh...yeah, yeah. Sounds good. What time?"

"You tell me."

"Eight o'clock?"

She nodded, "Perfect." Isuelt turned and headed toward the door only to call out over her shoulder as she left, "Make sure you get all your homework done before then."

Cullen could only offer her a goofy smile. Truth be told, at this moment he could care less if he ever signed his name to another report again.