OK WRONG ROOM LET ME OUT PLEASE (Samael + Nocme)

[Nocme]

Lost is not something that happens often to Nocme. But then again it is Maquina, and she is wondering around areas she doesn’t usually go to. There are awful lots of red light and people wearing black plastic leathers, and unnecessary amount of belts on them. Unnecessary to the point there is enough belt for it to act like a bloody corset. Those that are not wearing leather are probably heading for some kind of late night bikini contest or something, they barely have any clothe on.

She never really understood Maquina fashion. Why sacrifice practicality and comfort for something that doesn’t protect you at all? Already Nocme missed her large baggy poncho and her usual belt with all the extra bags. Unfortunately wearing those clothing gets bad attention at the city so she must change.

However she still does look kind of out of place with her large furry jacket and her hood on with a dark scarf to act as her mask. Dace rest easily in the large coat, in a pocket she roughly sewed in for easy carry and concealment. No one could tell she was hiding something on her stomach, and just assume she was someone a bit chubby. It also doubles as a great extra space to hide all her stolen goods.

Unfortunately it gives Dace the best place to poke her stomach. He has been doing that a lot of time tonight, they are both hungry and its way too late for a lot of more trusted restaurants. Which is why she is here in this weird street she hasn’t gone before, there was never a need to come here before because there was nothing to steal here usually. And any rich person seems to be in disguise here and random pick-pocketing is just not worth it. But for some reason all the stores here opens, thus she has to look around for food.

“Alright alright let’s just go to this one,” she hissed to him under her breath. While her hand tried – and failed – to knock at the bird’s head to get him to stop pecking her stomach. He really should stop aiming for the same spot and she should probably cut a hole in her pocket so she has access to the inner pocket.

She open the door to the store, feeling relieved that it actually look like a restaurant somehow with booth and menu on the table. Although she already feels really uncomfortable as she sees a lot of other booth seems to be filled with couples. Is this a dating place or something? Some are actually acting way too friendly. Out of curiosity Dace poke his head out briefly to see what’s going on. He smirked to himself before shrinking back into her coat. Nocme ignored him, he will find his opportunity to worm out and scavenge elsewhere, and give her stomach less bloody pecks.

[Samael]

In the dim lighting offered by a few strategically placed lanterns and candles the shadows of feminine and masculine forms engaged in an age-old dance which preceded one even older but no less complex in nature. It was a dance which He knew well. He could tell at a glance far more about each of those individuals than they would have been comfortable with Him knowing, but He would keep their secrets along with all the thousand others captured in porcelain. The light was captured by Him. Spun out in ringlets of gold that flickered and shimmered so that it seemed that He was wreathed in flames. It danced across His clothing, against gold and crimson and onyx wrapped around His perfect ivory form. Every inch of it was created for Him. To hug His body and make it more of what it was. Fitted to His slender waist, His curved hips.

As He passed the tables with their shifting shadows He saw her. In this place she stood out. To many layers of thick clothing compared to the normal clientele, but it was not unheard of. There were reasons to wear such concealing attire.

Brown eyes, and brown hair. Ordinary save for the slight thickening around her waist which did not in fact suggest to Him that her body was simply heavier there. The rest of her form was more delicate which slightly reinforced His thoughts, or suggested other less common reasons for attire of that nature.

With easy grace and measured movements He drew closer to her, offering a deep welcoming bow which was so natural as to be an obviously well-practiced motion. "Welcome madame, may I show you to a table?" From the bow He had offered He lifted His head enough to offer a flash of one blue eye. It was neither dark nor light but rather held in some perfect balance which suggested it could shift from one to the other with ease. The other was hidden by the fall of His golden hair, only a small sparkling promise like a star half covered by the darkness of the night. Gently He offered her His hand.

[Nocme]

Nocme was still looking around the restaurant when the man approached her. She eyed the outstretched hand with curiosity and suspicion. Why is he approaching her? For one she still have most of the clothing on to mask her appearance, save for her eyes and messy hair but that can’t be helped.

Still all the question didn’t really help her getting through this. What is she supposed to do for this? Is she meant to shake his hand? Is this just a weird Maquina way of servicing customers? No wait the last one is probably not true, there are plenty of other restaurant with normal waiters that look like they are worked to the death.

In the end Dace intervened, nudging and tracing his beak on her side to get her to act. He was careful not to move too much in case he aroused suspicion from the other staff, but she still did not really move and chewing her tongue in confusion. He was telling her to trust him and just go with it. Nocme still hesitated. She trusts her friend there is no doubt about that. However the Xavar always have a love of pranks and many of them are not exactly to their benefit. Not to mention the bird like taking stupid risk and do everything to try and rope Nocme into the same situation. As fun as it is, the initial confusion where she wasn’t let in on the trick is always annoying.

In the end she did the first part, she nodded and took his hand – he probably waited long enough while she worked out the proper response. She also pull away everything that was covering her head. It does let out the soot and the dust which feel so good, they have been trapped in her hair and hood ever since the time she climb through the chimney to get out of a mansion. Hope he doesn’t mind her dirty look, because its still going to be a while before she could find a proper place to take a full bath.

[Samael]

There was silence in the wake of His offer, but He did not allow it to touch Him. He waited as though He could have stood there forever as patiently as a statue carved from the ivory His skin seemed composed of. The only sign of life was in the rise and fall of His chest as He breathed; the rise and fall of the flickering slivers that were gold lashes.

Within the folds of her concealing clothing was a small but notable shift. It was unreasonable to think that two humans could occupy the space that she took up or fit within even the generous allowance offered by clothing as ill-fitted as was upon her body.

An animal of some kind then.

This thought and awareness did not show on His fine features, nor did He withdraw His proffered fingers which finally were accepted. There was a small plume of dust as her hood fell revealing hair which was coated in a fine layer of it and features which were lovely but not notable.

With their hands bound He drew her much closer to His body. Escorting her deeper into the room which lay beyond Him. "Have you decided what you would like?" He looked down at her with a fond smile on His lips, her body on His right side where she was offered a view of His face in profile when they were not looking directly at one another.

"Or would you perhaps prefer a warm bath while you consider your options? We have a lovely bath house fed by hot springs in the back." This offer made His smile widen somewhat, no note of judgement in his tone at all. Only the polite and gently persuasive offer of a warm bath after a long trip on the road.

[Nocme]

Him drawing her closer to his body made her flinch unconsciously. It feels weird for the man to be this touchy feely with her even though she made him wait for a long time. Still it was good for them to get away from the front window and get some privacy. She doesn’t like to be seen without her something covering her face.

At the first mention of the bath, Dace give a sharp peck that made her jump. Hopefully it was not too noticeable, but that is a wishful thinking since he was practically holding on to her. It also made her intensely uncomfortable at the way he smiled at her from above. She felt a bit trapped as well, and was only consoled by the dagger that was always pressed against her arm.

Still she can’t get angry at the Xavar, she do want that warm bath. Not showered or swam in any lake for month made her skin felt awfully sticky. There are probably dirt and stone lodge between her clothing that she still hasn’t had the chance to shaken loose. It will also give them a chance to be away from the man for some private conversation.

He can’t be thinking of getting in the bath with her or something right? Right?

Then again there is the inherent danger of having her mark shown. Even if its messy and scratched out through years of living in frozen deadly wasteland, her Lavate mark is still something that can be recognised if they looked hard enough at her scars. And the last thing she need is to run out naked into the street for shelter.

Again after a quick mental battle with herself and a bird, they finally made a compromise. “I’m a little more famished right now. I’ll take the bath afterwards,” it is always much easier to run away in the middle of the bathroom rather than a restaurant. After all they should give you a small window of time to undress and not look. For now her stomach is more important.

“What food do you have here?”

[Samael]

The longer that they were near to one another the more and more apparent it became that she was not alone. Even so He did not remark upon it. Nor did He remark upon the choice to eat before a bath. Only offering an accepting nod as He led her toward the tables which were close at hand. He did choose to seat them close to the baths which put them at the table furthest from the entryway.

"We have nearly anything which you could want to eat. The cook is well versed in cousine and we make each meal to order. We have a menu if you prefer, but if you would like to eat it I am nearly certain it can be made." He made a motion toward the table, but He did not remain at a distance as a normal server might have but instead sat down with her comfortably close and offered a warm smile.

"If I may suggest, the fondue appetizer is quite popular and offers a range of everything from bread, cheese, chocolate, and fruit." He pulled a menu from the edge of the seat, the red and gold paper matching His clothing quite well. He offered it to her as if knowing without a word that she would want it. "This is only the food menu, we have another for the other services we provide of course."

[Nocme]

She was so ever thankful that the table was the furthest away from the entrance. Nocme relaxed a bit further knowing that it would be impossible for others to see her unless they specifically walk by her booth. Though she wonders why there is a sign for a bath so close as well. It seems odd for such a fancy restaurant to put a bath so close together.

It also made her feeling a bit uncomfortable how close he sat next to her. Most of her worries come from Dace being found out, but so far he made no mention of it and she will say nothing as well. Dace noted the shift as she sat down, and didn’t protest as Nocme roughly push him a little bit further back so he has some rooms to slip under the table if needed. She still keep her cloak on to allow her Xavar some more secrecy. If he asked she would remove, but he really hasn’t commented on a lot of thing and she is quite thankful of.

Her thought process was cut off by the mention of food, she generally will look for things that are as large as possible to fill her up enough and some extra to take away for later. She look through the menu and speedily look through for the cheapest options. The steak looks good and it seems large enough for the price listed.

However his mentioning of the other menu made her cock her head to the side in confusion. “Wh-” before she could finish the words, Dace poke her again. Telling her to ignore it and just order the fondue - to be polite - and something else. In an effort to hide the pain and the change in tone, she could only concede.

“The fondue sounds nice, I’ll have that. And also that extra large steak,” she said with a smile. A little bit forced because Dace’s peck hurt and she was still a bit weirded out by the man’s behavior. Why is he so nice? Also what is with the other menu?

[Samael]

Every small detail was taken into silent consideration. He noticed the way she flinched subtly now and again. Shifting to evade the uncomfortable motion of that which lay beneath her clothing. However He did not even allow His eyes to flicker toward the motion that would have been unnatural if He had not understood the source of it.

She ordered the fondue as He suggested, and a steak. He offered a brief nod and a smile as well, His one visible blue eye tracing the edge of her jaw. "I will return in only a moment."

With the grace of a dancer He rose to His feet, a man formed of flickering flame, gold and marble. Elemental and ethereal as nature dictated. Into the darkness toward the kitchen He vanished, only to return so quickly that it hardly seemed as though He had been gone at all. In His hands He carried a tray of offerings. Several small bowls of warmed chocolates kept warm by tea candle. A larger one of cheese which was creamy white in color and sizzling. There was crisp bread sliced delicately in a variety of kinds. Warm brown bread, white rounds baked to golden edges. There were cubes of cheese and pieces of fruit cut to finger-sized bits. Strawberries and melon, blueberries on small sticks to make them easier to dip.

He placed the tray close to her on the table, seating Himself once again close beside. There were many things to choose from, but only a few of each to try. Delicately He picked up one of the blueberries by the end of its stick, placing it into the darkest of the chocolates with a deft twirl He removed it and offered it to her. "Do you like blueberries?"

[Nocme]

Nocme kind of hoped that he would leave for a little longer so she could question her friend about the menu and just what the place is. Because even after everything she has no idea what kind of place she has entered. It is a very weird restaurant and Dace isn’t really helping today.

Unfortunately the man got up and come back so very quickly, and the little time when she is alone was accidently spent on admiring the man. She was a little too preoccupied before to notice just how fine he looked. Dace even snickered and tweeted a remark that made her face flush and earn a flick on his beak.

The good news is that he is back with food. All the delicious food and all the rare treats she usually don’t get to have on her travel. Unless sneaking into the caravan with rare goods, but that was rare and she has been avoiding that for a little while ever since that incident with a hobo. There are cheese and chocolate, they already smelled so sweet that made her mouth water. The only shame was that they are bite size pieces and not as filling as she liked.

She completely forgotten how uncomfortable it was for him to sit so close, food now dominates her mind more than anything. Evident when she answered his question by just ate the chocolate covered blueberry and replied with muffled affirmation. Absolutely enjoying the sweet delicious chocolate. And it’s only the dark chocolate! It’s still the sweetest thing she has eaten in the last few months. She just can’t help but wonder how sweet the milk and white one going to be.

[Samael]

The pleasure in her expression made His smile widen gloriously. There was no hesitation in taking the bite from Him. The fruit was taken from its place upon the sliver of wood in the space of a heartbeat with a mumbled sound of approval. "I will take that as an avid yes then." His tone was gently amused, and He delicately set the spear that had once held the blueberry down back onto the tray. He picked up another, this time a strawberry which was whole but for the lack of a green top and the hard center and turned it into the white chocolate.

"There is something to be said for knowing what tastes best with what. While everyone has their own tastes, some things simply seem to be made for one another." His blue eye met hers for a moment and He offered her the fruit again, this time bringing it closer to her lips as there was nothing to offer it out upon save His own long pale fingers. "Most pair strawberries with milk chocolate, but if you do you lose something of the flavor of the berry to it. With white you taste both."

He lowered His voice into confidentiality. "And if you try the cheese in following upon the bread, it will taste savory, sweet, and rich all at the same time. Perhaps if you try, you may even taste the faint bitter from before on the back of your tongue." His blue eye half lidded, framed by golden lashes with subtle encouragement.

[Nocme]

Well she is still very confused at his explanation. For her food is food, trying to match and combine them took too much of an effort. But as he feeds her the strawberry, her eyes lit up a little at the sweetness. As expected the white chocolate is really sweet, but add on the strawberry and it was delightful!

She doesn’t quite understand why he is feeding her or leaning in batting his eye, but for now he seems to be happy about this and doesn’t seems to mind. It also meant less work for her to do which she wasn’t going to complain about. The only thing she wanted to complain about is her fidgeting companion.

Dace just doesn’t seem to want to settle down. Before he was putting forth so much suggestion that make no sense, now he is just begging for some food. It was a fair ask, both of them were starving when they entered, but its not easy to do in her position.

For starter the man keep looking at her, batting his eyelashes for some strange reasons. They are also sitting fairly close and any movement can be easily felt by one another so no sleight of hand tricks. At least not while he was still focusing on her, they just need a distraction. Any sort of distraction that could account for her movement and have him turn his gaze away from her for five second.

Just their luck, a woman just walk pass them and out the front door, she was wearing a glittering necklace that made her move her head to the side a little to get a better look at it. The gemstone looks huge and it looks like solid gold as well. Meaning a good target to steal from a bit later on if she happen to find that lady again.

Hopefully that movement was enough to get the man’s attention and follow her line of sight. By the time he turn his head and notice the lady gone, she would have easily pick up a bit of bread and hid it in her cloak so Dace have something to eat as well.

And he didn't...

It made everything difficult and she really wasn't sure how to actually get his eye away from her. So that really only leaves one option which she wasn't all that fond of - being clumsy or at least act like it.

Carefully she shifted in her seat so her cloak will still cover Dace as he flew to the floor. Suddenly she stood up and reach for a plate that is just far away enough from her. Just a little tap that made it look like she was reaching for it was enough to dislodge several small blueberries and have them tumble down to the floor.

Dace quickly pick them up in his beak and return to his original position as Nocme sat back down again.

"Oops," she said with a light hearted shrug. Hopefully he brought the act.

[Samael]

No one, passing or in places near to them offered enough of a distraction to take His eyes from His guest. He was not so ill-trained that some wandering person could make Him linger when His attention was necessary elsewhere. Upon her. If her eyes wandered elsewhere it said only to Him that there was more that He must do. And perhaps something more.

That something more came in the moment she spilled the food purposefully across the table. It was not only obvious that it was purposeful but the reason that it was done. One moment she had leaned forward, and then the subtle weight beneath her clothing was gone. If He had not been paying attention He may not have noticed, but this was His guest. There was very little that He would miss.

Delicately he picked up the blueberries one at a time, the two that remained on the table and put them back into their places. His blue eye lifted and met hers. The weight was back once more. Back to where it had been before. He offered an easy smile, the last blueberry twisting between His fingers. He brought it close to her. "It would be more subtle if I dropped them than if you continue to knock food onto the floor."

"I could simply let it fall into your coat." The blueberry slid one small inch closer to her lips, nearly touching now.

[Nocme]

Nocme’s face flushed, she sincerely thought that she was being subtle enough. Has he already caught on to the extra guest with her?

Dace seems to think so and ask if he could finally come out. It was stuffy hiding under the coat that she still hasn’t taken off. She just pushed him back down with her elbow. Just because this guy is being super nice and doesn’t seem to mind her smuggling in an extra creature, it doesn’t mean others in this place are like him. Besides an albino is rare and she doesn’t want to spend the rest of the time at Maquina trying to bust her friend out of a cage that he got himself caught in.

Once again he lean in close, offering the blueberries to her. Her face still a bit red, but gaining a deeper shade at his suggestion. “I- It’s not really necessary...” she mumbled shyly before opening her mouth to take the blueberry.

And Dace stole it straight from below.

He was speedy in poking his head out of the coat, brief enough to steal it from his fingers and then drop back down into her lap. Nocme is torn between scolding him and trying to explain the appearance of a Xavar. The latter she was having trouble with, opening her mouth and shutting them, not quite finding the right words to explain it. Until Dace pokes her leg and give her a good lie.

“Sorry he is a bit shy and prefer to hide...” she said quietly and shifted again to finally sit in a more relaxed position. Allowing more room for the bird to maneuver and she could finally lean back instead of sitting up straight the whole time. They still have a good view of all exit, and with a little luck and wind they can get out if things turn ugly. Hopefully they don’t have to do that, she was starting to enjoy getting fed with so much chocolate.

[Samael]

He let the blueberry go in peace, not trying to keep it from the pale-feathered bird that rose up to take it. Though He had known of the existence of some creature there, He had not been able to make a guess as to what manner of one it was. A bird had never even crossed His consideration. Much less one of such a beautiful pale ivory color. He did not recognize the species, but He had not been trained or taught to recognize such things.

Without even looking away for more than the briefest of moments He picked up a piece of bread and adorned it with cheese, offering this treat to her this time. "Relax, enjoy yourself." His words and tone were comforting. "I will not reveal the presence of your companion."

Leaning forward pressed their knees together just a little, but He had been at her side for so long now that their closeness seemed a natural condition. "The table cloth will offer cover so that you need not keep him close unless you would like to, and that too may make it easier to offer a portion of the meal." A single pale hand lifted to brush along the edge of her cheek, pushing stray hair there behind her ear. It revealed the arched ear of an elf to His eyes, but He remarked upon that no more than He had upon the presence of her companion until the moment that she had revealed it to Him entirely. Subtly His voice dropped to a slightly deeper tone that was meant for her ears alone. "If I can, I would set your concerns aside so that we might enjoy our time together."

[Nocme]

Dace took all of it in and was happy to move down to under the table where the table cloth could hide him and give him wing room. It also meant he could stop poking her stomach now, he was a little bit worried that he is going to bleed her with this sort of signalling method. Now he can just write on her shin instead! It probably will hurt less... maybe...

Nocme was mostly distracted by the way he brushed away her hair and the soft touches on her ear. It’s not that its particularly sensitive, she just doesn’t like revealing it often in public. If people needing to find her, narrowing her description down to species will be trouble for her and she doesn’t want to deal with that at all.

However for now she feels like she could trust him, that nothing bad could possibly just burst through the door and tried to kill her. Well actually there are several scenarios she could imagine happen, but none of what the guy is doing could possibly hinder her escape. Except for lacing the food but if that’s the case she is already screwed with the chocolates. Oh well they will figure something out, since Dace already got her in this deep.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly and took the cheese bread from him. She bite off half of it and slid the rest down to Dace who happily took it from her hand.

Her curiosity did peak again when he mentioned “enjoying our time together.” Was it planned from the beginning? Like it was a rule to the restaurant or something? It seems really strange. Dace once again made a small tweeting noise for her. Telling her not to think too much about it, not much point dwelling on the service if its actually good.

So she didn’t bother. “Is it okay to dip chocolate and cheese together? I heard it taste nice,” she said quietly, she always wanted to try it ever since she saw it on a billboard. This seems like a good chance to try new stuff.

[Samael]

He offered a smile which seemed quite warm and friendly and the barest edge of a chuckle that sounded low. It rolled through His chest, tingling over skin and resonating into the air around Him. "Of course, and you are quite right. With the correct cheese and the correct chocolate it can be very good." He lifted a hand picking up one of the cubes of cheese which was very pale white in color and dipping it into the darkest chocolate. "This is an aged parmasan cheese, it tastes buttery and nutty. With the bitter of the dark chocolate they make a good pairing."

There was no hesitation as He brought the bite directly to her lips. One small slip spread a little of the chocolate over those lips, and He chuckled gently again, shifting His finger over her lower lip with gentleness. His eyes flickered to her darker ones as He licked the chocolate off of His thumb and sucked the remaining flavor away. "I must confess that this is one of my favorite menu items which is offered here. There are so many new things to try, and no matter how many times you order it, there is something new and exciting."

His leg rested comfortably entirely against hers now, and He picked up another of the cheeses. The Gruyère was nutty as well, but with a notably grassy finish which paired remarkably well with milk chocolate. She had not tried that one yet, so He dipped the cheese carefully and looked at her. "Did you like it?"

[Nocme]

She bites off the cheese and made another muffled approval. Just as he says the buttery taste goes really well with dark chocolate. Maybe she should put more thought about the food she eats in the future. Generally they just take whatever they can get and it was necessary. Nor does she bother with names, as long as its edible they will eat it. But maybe in the future they could play around with it - when situation allows. Dace definitely won’t complain about it, he always know how to pick the best desert whenever they sneak into a rich guy’s party.

Nocme was prepared to lick off the excess chocolate herself and did not anticipate his fingers being there. She may have unintentionally licked his thumb a little, but she didn’t care she got some chocolate back. And it was good to know that he doesn’t like wasting food either, licking his thumbs and finish off all the chocolate on there.

“Yup this is delicious,” Nocme said with a smile. She carefully savoring the food, while take some extra fruit and carefully let it roll down underneath the table for Dace to take. She is now much more relaxed with his presences and the fact Dace is fairly out in the open. Not many other people took notice of their booth nor do they seems to have the desire to. Which was great!

She didn’t really wait for him as well, just leaned in straight away and took the cheese. Maybe a little too fast and some milk chocolate dripped out from the corner of her mouth. Her face flushed as Dace made an offhanded comment that he might kiss her there if she keeps being clumsy like that.

[Samael]

More and more she was becoming comfortable with Him. Thoughts of what lay beyond this room had drifted away from her mind. It was not simply because the bird beneath the table was secure and its presence secret but comfortable enough to allow her to relax. His presence exuded the sense that all of this was natural. Those who were nervous often took comfort when those around them seemed to be in their natural setting, and this was His natural setting. Though He could easily claim many other settings as being just as natural to Him.

Without waiting for Him to bring it to her lips, she leaned forward, eating the cheese and chocolate messily. Dark cheeks flushed just a little, and if He had not been so close or so attentive He may not have noticed. There was chocolate gathered sweetly at the corner of her mouth, a small darker spot against her skin.

Gently His pale fingers touched upon the edge of her jaw, just enough so that when His own rosy lips touched upon that spot it would become a sweet light kiss. As He pulled away He licked His own lips clean of the flavor, making a soft sound of approval before He allowed His pale cheeks to flush and His golden lashes to half-cover His blue eye. "If you like it, there are some things which you can try which you may like better yet."

Golden lashes rose again, and He slipped one pale finger into the sweet white chocolate that was nearly the same color as His own flesh, and brought that close to her, offering His finger as a means of conveyance to her palette. "The chocolate with little more is far sweeter." His one visible blue eye almost seemed to flicker and glow in the light.

[Nocme]

There was very little time for her to react, he was much faster in coming close and gently pressed his lips to her. Her heart stopped for a moment. She could feel all the blood rushing to her ears and face – which incidentally stuck in the position of shocked and confused. Dace is giggling like mad underneath the table. Nocme was really tempted to kick him right now for that. What’s so funny? She always dreamt that her first kiss would be given to someone else, as soon as she rescued her of course. Now this guy just kissed her... She barely knew him!

Only then Dace told her everything. Not sure anyone on the side could understood what was being communicated with the soft pecking and tweets, but Nocme understood it all. And she is not pleased. Unfortunately she can’t really openly yell at Dace for not telling her that this is a Host Restaurant and that there will probably be more of these situations coming up.

As good looking as this guy is, this is making her a bit too uncomfortable now, knowing full well that this is part of his job to get close to someone like that. She probably somehow excuse herself and leave. On the other hand he is offering sweet delicious chocolate and she has no idea when will she get to eat something so good next time. Dace is also egging her on to just keep going with it. Obviously he is enjoying all the snacks they have been passing to him. Still maybe the least they could do is to be honest. Beside he probably has better and more well-aware customers to serve other than her.

She ignored the chocolate for now and lean in close to his ear. Because she is more than embarrassed for not knowing what she got herself into. “Ummm.... I really didn’t know you so well Mister... And I didn’t realise that this isn’t a normal restaurant till few moments ago... So is it okay that we just keep it... normal?”

Really she won’t know how to deal if he keeps coming on to her like that.

[Samael]

Even more heat than a moment before rose up to the gentle touch of His lips. Shyness was not something that He was unfamiliar with, and so the reaction was one that He had mirrored to set her more at ease. The bird beneath the table interrupted however, a series of soft noises and motions beneath the table which seemed to have meaning to them but which did not to Him passing between them. Whatever the information conveyed it caused her cheeks to bloom to even greater heights of color. It was nearly remarkable with such dark tanned skin.

In spite of this she moved even closer to Him, her cheek almost touching His own and pushing aside a few golden curls so that her lips might draw close to the shell of His ear. The words He was offered were softly whispered, and He let His cheek fall against her's softly. This close He knew that he smelled of sage and clean flesh. Faintly of something that pulled at something low in the stomach, a gentle musk and of sweet chocolate.

"Is it not normal to want to kiss someone who is beautiful? Who has made you smile and who's presence has comforted you so that you want to be close to them?" His words were as gentle a whisper in her ear, lips almost touching upon that tanned cheek but not quite. Slowly He pulled back, just enough to look into eyes far darker than His own. Blue eyes resolved with indiscernible sadness. "Am I not beautiful enough to your eyes to lay my lips beside your own?"

He lifted the hand that was not touched with chocolate to touch upon the edge of the cheek that His lips were almost but not quite touching. "If my kiss did not stop your heart for a moment, if it did not make you feel a flush of warmth... If I am wholly unwelcome to you I will leave and not trouble you again. Tell me truthfully and I will make it so." He knew that His kiss had effected her, had seen it in her eyes and the proof on her cheeks. He had little fear that He would be sent away.

[Nocme]

Nocme wasn’t sure if her face could get any hotter. But apparently it can. She doesn’t take in scent as effectively like an anthrope but this close she could recognise the smell of sage and chocolate. Ceberas would have loved it... she thought to herself a little, her stomach knotting a bit though.

When they move apart and she gets to see him properly again, it also made her stomach tied itself in a dead knot. He look like he was about to cry and that is not a face she could stare at long – especially something as pretty as his or as close as his. She started to feel kind of bad for saying these things to him, but at the same time she really shouldn’t just let him assume that she is a customer that is used to this.

She sighed, “I- I don’t mind and you are beautiful. It just...” She bites her lips a little, “I honestly come in just for the food... and wasn’t expecting this nice of a treatment. I’m sure you have better customers to serve.” One that is a lot less dense than her.

Now that she think about there was so much clues and signs before coming in and she pretty much did that think in that direction. He probably was even considering joining her in the bath later on. She could still blame it on Dace and chide him for not telling this sooner, but that doesn’t really change the fact this is the most stupid she has been.

Back to the matters at hand, she really can’t say no this. She did like it when he feeds her and she does feel safe in here. Since why would anyone keep an eye on who goes in and out of a host place? Unless politicians.

[Samael]

Just as He had known there was no need for concern. Doubtless it had been merely embarrassment bringing such words to life, and that was something which with He was of course familiar. He allowed His expression to fade back into a smile, something which was almost shy and just a touch pleased. That pleasure shone through in the light of His blue eye. "Just because you did not expect it, does not mean that you should not receive it."

She was His guest and as such would receive nothing less. "There is no one better here." His words rang with an edge of truthfulness which said that He believed them utterly, and He did. He lowered His voice nearly to a whisper. "You are the only one here that I want to serve."

His blue eye seemed to see into the depths of her soul, His fingers sliding into her hair with gentleness. "Let me serve you. Please."

The word please was nearly as much breath as word, passing through His lips. They were close enough that they might have kissed again, but He did not close that small distance. He allowed it to remain. His fingers cradled her. Without a word He told her that He was hers. He gave proof of it in the way that His eyes had not strayed from the sight of her. In the devotion of this moment. With every part of Him, He said those words.

Let me give you what you deserve.

[Nocme]

Really how can you say no to that face? He is doing everything that makes it hard for her to say no, which includes not letting her look away from the pretty puppy dog eye. Dace keeps giving out a hushed laughing crowing under the table, he already noted how much Nocme was fidgeting with her legs. A sign where she was cornered and desperate to find some place to run to. Unfortunately for her, since this wasn’t a life or death situation, he doesn’t want to bother helping her out here.

Not to mention she really do need some lesson in human communication. He has being with her for a long time and it feels really pathetic that she hasn’t found another human friend other than that swordsman they met a while back. There is also that golden hair hobo that took most of their loot, so they aren’t exactly on good term. But he also did give a clue to Nocme’s childhood friend so he ain’t that bad. Then again they are not likely to ever meet again. Dace sighed a bit to himself as he gobbled up some more berries. Why do humans always make some things so complicated? Or is it just Nocme being a complete idiot?

“Alright then...” she sighed with a small smile. It’s not like this is a bad thing really, he seems to be fine with just her being completely clueless. And after a bit of time he probably will not spend as much effort as before. There is something unsettling the way he looked at her and those words, it sounds as sincere as it meant to be. But she was reminded again that this is a host restaurant, it’s their job to feed flattery and compliments to customers. There is not much chance people fancy a girl like her.

“Then... can we have the steak soon? We are kind of hungry...” She mumbled quietly and tried to move a little to the side. Not too much that he end up pulling her hair or pulling her face completely away. She got a gut feeling that would upset the poor boy and she really don’t want him to make that face at her again.

[Samael]

No further enticing was necessary on His part. With a few simple words His acceded. Just a little she pulled away from Him, and He allowed His fingers to slide down Her neck again as a small smile played out over His lips. "Allow me to talk to the chef and see if I can bring it to you."

His fingers trailed away entirely, and then He was sliding from the booth, rising to His feet to leave an emptiness where His presence had been before. In a shift of gold sparkling in the darkness He was gone from her sight into the depths of the club.

It took only a moment to talk to the chef and gather the steak which had been ordered. A few minutes until He was returning with the plate in hand. He carried it to the table, setting it before His guest with a gentle flourish and seating Himself comfortably close at hand.

The steak was already cut into bite-sized pieces, the warm pink meat laid out in a manner to make it more appealing to the eye and to the palette. "I am sorry that it did not come sooner, it seems that the person who normally serves the tables is on their break."

[Nocme]

Only when she was sure the guy went out of her sight and possible hearing range, did Nocme give out a small sigh of relief. Dace flew back up to occupy his seat for a moment. It was warm and comfortable and allows a good view to see the elf still practically squirming underneath her skin. It’s not that the touch was uncomfortable or anything, by now it is actually pretty okay. It’s the thought of him going further and more intimate that troubles her. After all she doesn’t know just how far he would go to “serve” her.

Dace cawed in concern but Nocme just shot him an annoyed glare. “It is mostly your fault you know?” she hissed under her breath, “what am I supposed to do? I dunno how I am supposed to act in this?”

He just laughs and go back under the table. She kicked out a little in annoyance, knowing he would easily flew away from her leg and understood she is so very peeved. He cawed again and it was a small reassurance on her end. She knows at least she could say no at any time and he should respect her boundary. Just has to be firm with it.

The man came back soon and the smell of freshly grilled steak already made her mouth water. “Nah, it’s fine. As long as I get to eat it,” she licked her lips. Though seeing the lack of extra set of cutlery and the fact all of them are pretty much bite sized. He is probably going to feed her again. Just concentrate on the food, that might make things easier... She thought quietly.

It actually wasn’t that hard, despite the chocolate her stomach and a low protesting growl. Or was it Dace? Not that it mattered. Nocme just took a piece by her bare hand and toss it into her mouth. She has to pause and try and take several quick breaths to cool the meat, small trickle of tear come up the side of her eyes.

She might have rushed it a little too quickly.

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