"Tao," She repeated softly, liking the sound of it. Compared to the vast number of bland, popular names that were used so frequently all over this city, she couldn't help but think that his sounded a bit sexy and exotic. "You look like a Tao," the blonde girl mused, and with a smile Mao rolled off of him and took a seat on the empty floorspace beside him.

When he asked what her name was, she briefly considered giving him a fake one as she so often did with strange men she'd just met, but there was something about this boy that made her feel... safe, almost. Maybe it was just the aftereffects of sobriety screwing with her, but the young one thought that Tao seemed trustworthy.

"I'm Mao," she told him. "Nice to meet you, pretty eyes."

Tao's blinked slowly, like a lizard in the sun, as the grin slowly melted from his face. She made a good point. He was in the house. Which was apparently hers. And the two of them were at the moment strangers. Strangers in a very compromising sort of position.

Didn't have to stay that way, did it?

"Yeah... Sorry 'bout that," Tao said, scratching the side of his shaggy head. "Honestly... I don't even know how I got here... In your house that is... Tao. I'm Tao Lian.." He smiled at the blonde girl again. "And YOU, blondie, are delicious." Gently, he brushed a stray wisp of her hair off her forehead. Her hair was soft to the touch. Like golden gossamar, as gentle and delicate as the rest of her looked.

Not that he should have been thinking about the rest of her.

"So is there a name cute enough to belong to you?" he said softly. "Or are you just an angel without one?"