[ like hell does Aranea know anything about Bigby and his yiffing sniffing skills. if she asks, he'll sooner point it towards being coincidental or following footsteps. he will spill the beans on the purpose of his last name at some point, considering someone like Rosalind pulled it out of him. Ms. Highwind just frustrates him too much with bullshit like sitting around topless to give her that info so quickly. ]

Right. Uh. Sorry. [ she's got a point. business or no, he supposes this is her property. ] Kind of used to kicking doors open for places like this. Bad habits, I know.

[ Bigby looks around idly while she puts her shirt on, trying to resist the animalistic urges that want him to get a better look at bare skin and curves. when she's back to being covered, he steps away from the door and closer to her. ]

I'm assuming you've moved around too much while that's been healing. I can smell your blood. It's not exactly fresh, but it's not old, either.

[ wait. fuck. what was that about being subtle about his knowing her scent? oops. ]