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Xavier Darnai
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Respectable Dinner May 16, 2014 6:29:42 GMT

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Post by Xavier Darnai on May 16, 2014 6:29:42 GMT

Obvious Illusion: The Toreador was having a sweet tooth moment that evening. Reader pushed through the entrance to that diner with nothing in her hands. There was no laptop, no work folder, no briefcase, no purse even. Perhaps she was expecting a five finger discount. Well, wait a moment - ah... There it was, a wristlet. Something that was just starting to gain in its popularity - again. And again, of course. The woman had a touch of designer notions after all. With a deep breath, those blue green eyes seemed to be backlit and slightly irritated. Oh, forewarned. Right? I mean, that could only seem the slightest bit fair for the evening. The woman was in a mood. She looked slightly grumpy. She looked a little -flustered-. And she wanted cheesecake. She hoped they had some. Either way... Something. Chocolate? Who knew. So, with a sigh- the eternal woman was wearing black on black. Black slacks with that black button up, nipped in waist and a black vest that had tiny little buttons frustratingly all the way up her front. Maddening no doubt and there was -no- way she just shimmied into that bit by pulling it over her head. Oh no, that chest was accented just a bit too much while she slipped herself onto a stool. Right? At the counter. ::_

Xavier Darnai: It has been said that war never changes, and to some extent that is true, but there are always new ways to bring it around. Sometimes new ties needed to be made while old strings neded to be cut. With a list of lines in front of him spread out in the form of documents, he siphoned through them all, taking mental note of what would serve best to be severed. Sitting back for a moment, he raised a brow, spotting the blonde as she found her way in to the eatery. It was a small world. Sitting there in silence for a moment, flagging down a waitress to catch her as she passed. "Bring me a bottle, would you, one've the Glenfiddich fifteens. And a plate've the portabello raviolli if you'd be so kind." He'd seen it on the menu for a while, and Yuri was quite capable of managing the kitchen with great care. Pressing his seat back for a moment, he stood, carefully unbuttoning his suit jacket and stripping it off of his shoulders. Despite the Belyi's primary clientelle, they did request keeping weapons out of sight, so he took extra care as he stripped off the coat, making sure to remove the shoulder harness he was wearing beneath it and hanging both over the back of his seat. Buttons were quickly popped on his cuffs as he dropped back down into the chair, starting to roll up his sleeves to the elbow, keeping eyes on Reader for the moment as he relaxed. It was an odd sort of change in his wear, but it would get the message across to a few.

Obvious Illusion: Reader's rounded rear had landed upon the stool. She had often enough engaged in looking around, but it seemed at that moment she was desperate for a menu. The passing waitress had given her a smile but seemed intent upon seeing to her other customers. With a held sigh, the Toreador managed to sink her eyes down to the counter top and attempt to view what it was that was passing by or the customers already seemed to be enjoying. So, with a deep breath, the free waves of her hair traveled down her back without being hindered by a hair band, barette, or head band. No, the long length of her tresses were free and she seemed to sink her hand into the locks, tucking them behind a single ear where that small silver hoop hung from her lobe. Perhaps there was a diamond in there too - two holes plus who knows what in the cartiledge alone. But, sending eyes upon her - yes, Reader always seemed to have that uncanny sense that someone was watching her -and- unable to ignore the tingling at the back of her neck, she looked over her shoulder and down the ways of the diner to settle her eyes upon a man who was the very source of that sensation. Xavier. Her lips curled up into a bit of a smile. ::_

Xavier Darnai: Lifting his right hand, he gently rest his fingers against his brow for a brief moment before offering a two fingered salute and wave. Twisting his hand as his arm stretched, he motioned to the table in front of him, and as he did so pressed the chair across from him out with his foot as he waved to it. A moment later his ankle had settled on his knee again, and his bandaged left hand had disappeared into his coat to fish out the lighter and cigarettes. Thumbing open the pack after pulling it free of an inner pocket, he slid one out enough to capture with his teeth as he tossed the rest of the pack to the table top. Rust red eyes left her only long enough to watch the fire dance as his lighter's wheel was struck, scratching it to flame. Drawing in the first hit, he snapped the flip-top lighter shut, dropping it down to the table as well, letting the embossed red star on the side catch the dim light. As he exhaled, he reached down to flick the initial burn off of the cigarette into the tray at his table. "Something tells me you're not here to look at the Dailies."

Obvious Illusion: Of course, Reader sat there at that counter and would take the invitation. She gave it a hefty thought as if she was not sure what it would mean to be seen with the man - again. She certainly enjoyed Xavier's company. And he very much so looked like sex on a stick. Right? Hmm... She let her eyes travel down his jaw to his strong arms. She watched as he sank that bandaged hand in and out of his pocket. There was no whim as she lifted herself from the stool and sauntered upon her long legs towards the man and his covered table. It took her a moment to stand there. To reach out and threaten a quick stealing of his cigarette. Alas, she kept her hand not at all to herself. Fingers briefly brushed over the bandage before she aptly sank herself into the seat opposite of him. "No, I'm here for cheesecake. Or chocolate. Do they have any good desserts?" She lifted her perfect brown brow at him. The twenty-different colors of her hair and the natural highlights seemed to shine underneath the local lights. She gave a bit of a sigh and those heels would have stretched and Prada was crossed over Prada as her knee bumped the underside of his table. No, their table. She did however finger his paperwork by plucking up a sheet and turning it over as if it was her very business to see what he was attending to. ::_

Xavier Darnai: The reach of her hand was followed with his eyes for a moment, one brow lifting up with curiosity to her own curiosity. "I've never been much've a fan've sweets, but I've been told they do brilliant desserts. The Baked Alaska's apparently Natasha's favorite." Briefly he motioned to the blonde hostess standing near the foyer currently absorbed in her own work with his right hand, the cigarette pinned between his index and ring finger. Bringing it back again, he took another hit, watching her turn a page over for inspection. It was a bank sheet; financials for a Pietr Narakov and his new account being opened in New York. Sometimes the old debts were the best to follow. His left hand began to tap out idly on the table, muted slightly by the bandage and table cloth. "Most just ask in some sort've passive way, you know, pretend they're not really interested, ask once and then let it drop." That she was obviously not most people didn't need to be said.

Obvious Illusion: The Toreador would have situated herself to the chair. Of course, she did not bother to look up from the paper as if giving the man across from her the benefit of the doubt. No, he already had it. She looked over that paperwork, fingering the fine font and the weight of the document as if an artist were truly inspecting the medium at hand. She let her eyes follow across the document before ingesting the information and returning it properly to his pile. Only then, did those navy blue and emerald eyes lift to assess the man in front of her. "A business man indeed." She seemed to consider those words even as she rolled them upon her tongue. The smell of the sweet cigarette lingered with his own masculinity and she gave up the sigh that she held onto. Yes, Reader certainly seemed to be one that sighed heavily at moments of shared conversation. "Oh, Mi-" She gave a pout when the next waitress seemed to bustle in a hurry past their table. Bugger. She gave a sniff and leveled the man with a stare that would emanate her need for sweets. "Ask once, hm? But, I am interested in your work. You sit there, dressed in your fine fashion suits that just beg my fingers to peel away and touch and yet I can only imagine you dirty, sweaty, and carting some finely shaped weapon I'd never remember the name of across a field trying to save the day. Hot. And demanding to finish the task at hand." Of course, Reader made that voice quiet, perhaps a bit seductive if not lost in the very image she created. Yes. She was having a moment. ::_

Xavier Darnai: Watching the document find its way back, he gave a little bit of a smirk, raising both his brows as his eyes closed for a moment. Another hit taken and let out just as slowly, he lowered the cigarette to the tray again and bumped it against the edge to clear away the ash. "Even fewer ask about my business. There seems to be a belief it's best for everyone involved that as few people as possible have any bloody idea've what it is I'm actually up to on a weekly basis. Besides." His eyes opened again as the cigarette came back up to his lips. "Been a long time since I've put on field gear and rushed across a field, and I can't honestly say it was to save the day when I did." He held the cigarette to his lips for a moment, taking a long, slow draw as his bandaged hand reached out to see about flagging a waitresses attention. They were always busy, but knowing how to draw an eye-- or how to avoid one --had been a part of his particular set of skills for quite some time now. "Demanding to finish though, that I can give you."

Obvious Illusion: She waited for his explanation of his 'beside.' With a bit of a smile that flirted upon her pale lips, she seemed to lean back within the seat and drop her fingers to her lap. Despite the fact it may have been respectable table manners, in that moment she was quite content to listen to him. As he tapped that cigarette and brought it forward, her eyes travel well with it. That of course, was before his words carried her eyes back to his face. "Really? I can imagine you in camoflauge and one of those tight t-shirts with bloody holes ripped along the fabric." She teased him. And it seemed evident that the man was well respected as a waitress, blonde, seemed to see this wave of his fingers and come rushing towards their table. Of course, at this, the Toreador simply raised an eyebrow and attempted to look not oh-so-shocked at the woman's expectant expression. So, Reader took the opportune time to sit forward and rest her elbows upon the table top. "I am sure you finish everything." She said to Xavier before the woman came full stop. ::_

Xavier Darnai: Such a dearth of vagueties to work with in the little exchange, he could practically avoid acknowledging anything in the discussion on the technicalities. "Never was one for being seen in camouflage." Grinning quite a bit, he took a final hit off the cigarette before snuffing it out in the tray. The coy back and forth was enjoyable. There were few people that Xavier could play verbal tennis with that could keep up, and here she showed that she was capable of a service ace herself now and then. Sitting back, he stroked the bandaged hand down along the red tie, adjusting it enough to keep it from billowing out high off the front of his shirt. Looking to the waitress with a slight nod, he looked back around her to keep an eye on the kitchen door as he waited for the food he didn't need to eat and the bottle of Scotch that he hated to waste out of respect for the liquor.

Obvious Illusion: Reader's smile deepened. It was as if she gave him a slight -sly- grin from the corner of her eye while she addressed the waitress. She asked about their desserts. It was the typical pies with flare and some items that made her mouth water. While the chocolate double layer cake was tempting, she ordered the cheesecake and no - they did not have to wait for their dinner to be served. That would be the immortal's dinner, Reader thought numbly while she watched the waitress smile and bustle away. It took her a moment to look back at the business man who was anything but. She shook her head, letting those long chocolate locks fall over her shoulders. "No? Why, I thought that style was in." She seemed to appraise his response. Eyes captured upon his face and she seemed to continue the volley. "But of course, you seem to have to be a respectable man enough with money in your account to fashion the suits you manage to wear so well." Reader did, after all, appreciate the fine appearance. In fact, it was porn for the female's eyes at all times. Perhaps that was why Reader's gaze might have seemed so very intense a time or two while subjected to this man's sights. ::_

Xavier Darnai: Once upon a time he had been a legitimate businessman, and it wasn't so long ago that it was wholly forgotten by everyone, but that personwas also publically shot in a very visceral manner. Sometimes the ruse for the public was a strong one, and it worked well to forward the idea that people forgot him as fast as possible. Tilting his head to the side with a smirk, he rolled his shoulders and watched the exchange of waitresses. Swiftly enough he started to stack up his papers to clear a little more space on the table top, setting them off to the side and closing the folder that he'd brought them in. "Well, I must admit I do pay very keen attention to the idea've what's in style where ever'n whenever I can." As the bottle and tumbler were set in front of him, he took the Scotch by the neck in his left, pulling the cap free and taking a quick sniff of it before setting it by the meal being put in front of him. "Sometimes though, style'll get you killed." Wearing solid black to be sneaky wasn't nearly as effective as dressing in off blacks or dark greens at night, the eye didn't always differentiate tone as well as it does contrast. And getting shot at teaches that lesson well. "Respectable, you say." Pouring a perfectly measured double, he set the bottle down, letting his fingers pull away to wrap carefully around the rim of his tumbler. "Can't say that's an opinion that's going about terribly frequently."

Obvious Illusion: "It will get you killed?" She arched a brow to the man that had stubbed out a perfectly good almost gone cigarette in exchange for his scotch and his meal. Of course, the very smell of the heavenly food watered her mouth and she looked around expectantly as if her slice of heaven had come yet. Since she saw it no where in sight, she turned her attention back to the finely dressed man. "Why should it get you killed or are you speaking soley from your own experiences?" She let that black - surprisingly - wristlet drop onto the table. It came with a gentle thunk as the phone and inclusive identification was tucked away within the snaps, zippers, and who knows what else clutch of a case it was. "Why would there be no respect? Business men surely aren't all that corrupt all the time, are they? You give me an impression there is some truth and genuine ability to you - or else I wouldn't bother with you." And that, was Reader... being blunt. ::_

Xavier Darnai: Stirring the glass around in his hand once, he brought it to his mouth to take another sniff of the liquor before pulling a sip out. "It certainly has put a few flamboyant people down. Typically thinking you're on the top've the hill is a great way to find yourself either staring down at the valley you're going to be buried in, or looking up at the avelanch you didn't see coming." Setting the glass down beside the table, he smoothly swept the knife into his right hand, fork in his left, and started to cut a couple of the large raviolli into thirds. "Respect is a careful thing. It needs to be cultivated, nurtured, and returned. Lately it's safe to say that the number've people I've been willing to return the sentiment towards is slim." Still, the idea of her interest having something to do with the amount of truth he was able to put off had some measure of amusement to it. Spearing one of the wedges, he took the bite, munching away quickly enough. "Besides, a good deal've business's all about who has the most convincing lie. There's plenty've corruption about."

Obvious Illusion: "Then obviously you have kept the wrong company." Reader knew all about keeping the wrong company. She briefly thought of the past. Or more so, the recent past. She thought about the losses in her most recent life, the people she left behind and those that seemed to slip away because she let go of their power, greed, craft, and their control. She seemed to become quiet for a moment in thought, as if she let him have the minutes that dusted between them while she watched him cut into that scrumptious looking meal and before long, her own dessert was set down in front of her. This caused her chin to whip up and an instant smile upon her face as silverware was produced in a fine napkin and she set about unrolling it to unleash the fork and begin the festivities of diving into that homemade cake. The moan was silent upon her lips as the smell alone drew forth a rushed breath. "So, who is the most convincing liar for for you, then? Who gets to keep your business and who will be let go?" She asked this question as if she knew what it was he exactly did and what it was of his business that he no longer needed. As the creamy cheesecake melted upon her tongue, eyelashes feathered together and a sigh; the good kind, rumbled up from her chest and lodged into ther throat as the two morsels met. She truly did like this diner! ::_

Xavier Darnai: Offering a full grin and a small, repeated nod, he could only agree with her assessment about his company. It was quite true, the people that he dealt with on a regular basis were hardly the right group if one wanted to be the sort that people might think of as respectable, but that did not seem to stop him any. Resting the fork and knife on the ledge of his wide plate, he picked up his glass again and gave a slow stir to the Scotch before taking a sip from it, regarding her question with a moment's thought. He prided himself on quick responses, but this particular question was a rather difficult one for Xavier to answer without offering some sense of a peek behind the curtain. "That does depend a surprising amount on the business that needs to be handled. It's difficult to work globally if you've got one person that you trust." A thin line remained between loyalty and disappointment, and it was weighed on heavily by how much you trusted a person with. "Though I've found it always helps to have a person you can rely on."

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Respectable Dinner May 17, 2014 4:55:48 GMT

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Post by Obvious Illusion on May 17, 2014 4:55:48 GMT

Obvious Illusion: "And good help is so hard to find." Reader would have let her fingertips draw to a stop upon the fork. She seemed to caress the metal with her thumb, offering it only the solace of her touch while she tapped the tines against her plate. The cheesecake was heavenly. She would regret it later, but for now the sweet tooth of her mouth's desire would be sated. Her face looked briefly away from Xavier's features, casting a glance outside as if to predict if the rain were to come that evening like the forecasts had threatened. It pinched her brow, creating the fine lines upon her face for only a moment or two's notice. Of course, she thought about what else she had to do that evening and nothing shouted at her from that To Do list. With a deep breath, her dual colored eyes ventured back towards the powerful man in the nearly edible suit with the flavor of scotch on his breath never mind the dinner that sat before him. Reader considered him, perhaps. It was true. She did not know much about him. In all their meetings, it seemed that they brushed the surface in a tasteful manner and she had yet to really delve into the meat of his red, rust colored eyes. "What else is on your mind?" She questioned respectfully, curious to know now what made this man tick.

Xavier Darnai
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Respectable Dinner May 17, 2014 6:35:52 GMT

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Post by Xavier Darnai on May 17, 2014 6:35:52 GMT

Xavier Darnai: "It is, isn't it." Grinning a bit himself, he tapped lightly at the rim of the glass with his bandaged finger, just a quick succession, tak tak tak. "Tonight my mind is on global matters, believe it or not, there's a good deal that the Russians're looking to draw attention to, which typically means that someone's looking to draw attention away from somewhere else, and that's always worth thinking about, even if most don't care to give it much thought. Those sorts of details help keep me up at night." It was a small lie of omission, he didn't exactly lose sleep over any of it. There were plenty of other things that preventing him from sleeping when others were typically down for their daily rest. "But that's mostly theoretical, nothing immediate. More immediate might be the rather interesting convenience of our crossing paths." Tak tak tak. Lifting the glass with a slow and nearly idle stir, he pulled it to his lips to take another light pull of the Scotch. The burn that the young single malt left behind brought out all sorts of memories. Drinking to excess, drinking to forget, reacting poorly for having had far too much to drink... People often reminisced over the 'old days', but Xavier had no problem leaving them behind. This was a far better situation to be in.

Obvious Illusion: The Toreador's eyes would have ventured from the man's face again and took possession of his hand. That bandaged hand that never seemed to get better. She took a deep breath, letting herself relax in his very company. He was a man that did not seem to pressure. He never seemed to exude his power until... Well, even she could could not say. That brought a frown to her lips. Normally, with most persons, Reader could be quite in tune to their very habits and adaptations of their person to society. She let her chin fall to the side, looking down at her fingers while they seemed to hold onto the metal without effort as he spoke. "Then dare I say that the wrong thing is certainly also keeping you up at night?" She arched a brow to him, of course, the immortal was being cocky. Or sarcastic. Or perhaps even a hint that there was something much more prominent besides his global affairs that could keep him ... warm. "You are the one skulking the alleys of downtown while a woman just tries to leave her job." Yes, she teased him further about this. And, in truth, they did seem to ... cross paths quite a lot. So much so more than those she even left behind months, no... Nearly a year ago now. An ex-fiance, ex-friends, ex-everyone. They weren't right for her. They were killing her. Slowly. Piece by piece, she didn't fit and felt herself falling away. It had been hard to detach. It was painful, brutal. She had bled over it. She had sobbed over it. And yet, here she sat... Still dead. Still sarcastic. Still working and the memories of what she should have been for others lingered heavily upon her mind often. "I thought I'd leave this place... But it seems I keep coming back."

Xavier Darnai: "I'm sure that'd be very much the case, the wrong thing keeping me up at night. Certainly it'll be the death've me." Lifting his brows as both eyes closed in a measure of acceptance at the facts laid out, he took another short pull of the Scotch, leaving it nearly empty as it was lowered to the table. Idly he spun it around on one slight edge, letting it pool in one 'corner' of the glass before laying it flat on its base again. As the amber liquid slowly dragged itself back down off the inner sides of the glass. Leaving it there for the moment, he took up the knife and fork again, slicing through two more of the ravioli with the skill of someone quite familiar with the use of a knife. Six bites cut, and no more, one skewered by the tines of his fork as the knife was set down carefully on the edge of his plate. Chewing through the bite, he took up a napkin and with all the manners expected of a British gentleman he made sure his mouth-- though it had been already --was clean before speaking. "Well, skulking's fair I imagine, though honestly I can't say I'd put much thought into the act. Alleys just tend to be a good way to make sure the people looking for you are in one're two very specific locations, and you seem to be a reasonably intelligent woman, I'm sure employment's hardly a difficult issue for you to resolve." Keeping hold of the napkin in his bandaged grip, he took another bite as he looked her over again with a sort of sizing eye, almost appraising her resilience. "Besides, something tells me that you're the sort to be of the mind've moving on no matter where you find yourself."

Obvious Illusion: "I don't see how it can be the death of you if you change your ways and find someone or something else to occupy your nights, Xavier. Every man needs an outlet and not a constant business battle over employees and wages or funds and projects." Of course, she was referring to his paperwork stuffed away in that particular folder that was moved away earlier when his meal came. The manners were noted, of course and she tried to shake the layers of weight from her shoulders if at all by a simple shrug given. "There has to be something more than just making money or finding ways to secure it, no?" She questioned him, seeming to lose interest in her very piece of heaven that was sitting in front of her in the form of her dessert. While he manipulated his scotch glass and effortlessly used the tools to eat before him, her mind continued to drag back and forth to what she had left and regret in that fashion did not sneak up to slap her across the face. No, instead... It left a throbbing realization that what Xavier said was pretty truthful. So the sigh came next and she would have reached across and shot back that scotch if she knew it wouldn't be so -absolutely- rude. Instead, her grip tightened briefly around the fork and she offered him a tell tale sign of a smile. "I am my own boss. I have to say that when you have been around as long as I have, we don't seem to need to fit anyone's mold of perfect employee. I've enough money and enough attitude that I don't need anyone stifling my creativity to do as -they- say. No, I learned that lesson a long time ago - at least, in public." And her voice dropped an octave. That teasing seemed to dance across her eyes as her lips curled into a rueful smile. What was wrong with a little shameless flirting? Hmm, nothing; Reader determined as she took a small bite of heaven and licked the tines of the fork clean of that creamy dessert before setting her fork once more upon her plate. ::_

Xavier Darnai: "Most men in retirement tend to die shortly after they retire, something about just having nothing to fill your days with. Not sure how much've that'd apply in my case, typically running out the clock on a career like mine says quite about adaptability and how you handle yourself in... retirement. I'm not of the mind that I'm suited for it myself." A quick bounce of his brow at what just barely passed for a joke was offered, and he finished the sixth cut bite. Before moving into the next pair to finish off the meal, he took up the triangular brown bottle at the shoulders of it, giving it a single slow stir before tilting it in his grip until the neck just barely avoided making contact with the rim of his glass, pouring the Scotch into the tumbler so it would collide with the side, pooling down again into a perfectly measured double. It was a skill that came with a great deal of practice, speaking to the man's drinking habits quite strongly. A slow rotation of the bottle was offered as the bottle was tilted back, preventing even an excess drop from spilling down the slender neck of the bottle. Xavier carried himself well, toned like a man that knew the value of being athletic, but weathered like a forty who had seen far too much for his age. As the bottle was set on its slightly bell shaped base again, he returned the sort of wicked grin that she offered, knocking his head just slightly to the side with a little tilt. "The things we do out of the public eye're typically the sort've thing that most've the world'd've rather locked behind a black bar for no one to witness."

Obvious Illusion: "Ah, but men such as yourself that 'retire' never truly do. There must be something that busies the mind just as it does the fingertips. You're like can never really sit still and sometimes that is a shame. Not that you have to stop and smell the roses. Sometimes it's just about stopping and enjoying the moment one might be in." An arch of her perfect brown brow came and went while the Toreador seemed to fiddle with her fork. Yes, she turned the weighted item around in her grip and teased the metal back and forth before lowering it to her plate. She then steepled her fingers long enough to rest her chin upon them before taking the weight of her head as if she were too tired that she barely hold it up. As he poured himself more of that drink from the bottle and saw to it that a drop was not spilled - yes, she had a vague idea that this man was certainly measured in all of his steps. "It would be a good thing then to have no witnesses for another's beloved indiscretions. There is nothing wrong within being ... cultured." Now, she certainly was flirting that line of being naughty, the Toreador shrugged her shoulders and lifted herself back up to that sitting height. ::_

Xavier Darnai: Once upon a time someone had told him a joke about men in his true profession. It had been written down. Old operatives never die, they just [REDACTED]. It seemed apt. Taking up the knife and fork, he sliced through the last two mushroom stuffed pieces of pasta, cutting them into six evenly sized slices of pie. The ballast of the knife was left to rest on the table cloth while the blade remained propped against the edge of the plate, and his fork was stabbed into the sixth to last bite. "No, the wheels're always turning, that's true. This way and that, constantly revving the motor to keep the deliveries going, the trains on time, and the proper pencils pushed. Like a great big game've speed chess." Offering about a quarter of a smile, he took his glass once more, tapping his finger against the side of the tumbler again. Tak tak tak. "Oh no, not in the least, and there're plenty've cultures to take lessons from, aren't there. A good deal've them ought to take place behind curtains and in the dark in a private room, neh?"

Obvious Illusion: She was silent for a while. Her eyes seemed content to watch the man across from her and observe his developed habits. It was quite obvious his restraint, his demeanor, and his attention to detail was specific. Her eyes blinked slowly, wondering just what it was that made the man tick so to speak. "What do you look forward to?" She supposed that the very question was one of interest. It was one of knowing what helped to make the man before her tick. She, herself, could answer that very question a hundred different ways. But for now, she had addressed it to the man before her after all. "And yes, behind curtains and in a dark room is a wonderful place to take care of all sorts of business and pleasure. Some tend not to differentiate well. Other cultures do. To some, it cannot be separated. To others, it can be pure bliss no matter the form."_

Xavier Darnai: Tak tak--. He stopped mid rhythm as one of his eyebrows lift. There were only a handful of people he could think of capable of throwing him such a curve ball. Perhaps it was because they didn't know each other for very long, or the fact that their interactions had been rather brief for the time that they had known each other. --tak. "To be honest, I couldn't say that there's much that I specifically look forward to. Plan for plenty, but little've it's any sort've holiday grade anticipation." Pausing for another moment to think about it, something he rarely had to take the time for. What did Xavier look forward to. Still, the immediate shock of the question wore off as he caught the continuation of their flirty sort of banter. "Well, I suppose that's true, there is a fine line between the two for so many. That'd have a lot to do with why people're so ready to use that old cliche' when asked about business or pleasure. For some it is most definitely both." Up the glass came again, stopping just short of his mouth as he wondered how telling what he had just shared might have been. In retrospect there wasn't too much there that might have been hard to read, and there was nothing to be done for it either way, except possibly be prepared for the next curve. Lifting his look to the woman's eyes for a moment, he took that slow sip, letting the slight burn pull a twitch out of the corner of his eye and a grin in the corner of his mouth.

Obvious Illusion: It seemed he hadn't been prepared for that question she asked him. And in truth, as she listened, he did not quite finish his answer, either. This caused the bit of an arch of a brow to her face as she fed herself another small bite of the rich cheesecake. With a deep breath before the creaminess met her tongue, the Toreador held onto that very thought like she held onto her breath. Anticipation... That certainly could be key to any sort of meeting, game, or item bound for completion. She chewed slowly, swallowing the rich graham cracker crust - her favorite part of the entire dessert while he had cut up and chewed his own accordingly. "And there is nothing wrong with just pleasure for pleasure's sake, either." She caught the smile at the corner of his mouth and the crinkle of the lines around his eyes. Those rust, red color certainly had her knowledgeable of more than a contact and something hidden beneath the very human flesh. There was a bit of a shake of her head before she shifted, legs uncrossing underneath the table to only recross - one over the other as if she were starting to tire of the same position. He certainly gave her something to think upon. ::_

Xavier Darnai: Dancing around a subject was some of the only dancing the man did, and lowering his glass to the table top, he skewered the last bite of the pasta in cream sauce, pulling it off behind his teeth and quickly consuming the bite. The fork was set down, the knife pushed up and left to cross over the tines, he slid the plate to the left just enough to be obvious that he was done with it, even if it hadn't been empty. "Suppose there's not much to look forward to these days." There was no sad sack tone to it, no search for self pity, it was simply a statement of fact. Xavier had no hobbies, there wasn't a sports game and a cold beer on the couch in his future if anything about how he was dressed tonight said anything. "I spend most've my time on the road, moving from one deal to another, the idea've personal aspirations've been all but supplanted by professional directive. A few I know've taken to saying it's all business with me, seems their assessment's accurate."

Last Edit: May 17, 2014 9:31:21 GMT by Xavier Darnai

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