To Tinker with a Tinker's Heart. (//Dr. Doreen Nagger and Pierre Robiquet RP)

[Mr.Fabulous]

"My dear, sweet doctor," Pierre said, his purple beard swaying in the restaurant's light, "I am not implying that the moment the second date is concluded that we go to Gallia as soon as immediately, heavens no!

"Why, we haven't even reached a conclusion for our second date! And my inclination to take you to Gallia would rest quite heavily on making sure said date would have a most favorable conclusion for the both of us.

"First off, no disrespect meant, but you said so yourself: you are but a simple woman, and it would be shameful for a gentleman like myself to bring a simple lady such as yourself to a trip she would not likely enjoy in the first place. Gallia's noble culture and prodigious tastes would very certainly overwhelm someone not accustomed nor acclimatized to its complex intricacies."

He placed his fork back on the plate, then continued, "Secondly, as I said before, the trip to Gallia is so far, as of yet, a hypothetical scenario. I figure you have a lot of questions on your mind, both the ones at the tip of your tongue, and of the not-right-now-on-my-mind sort.

"But for the sake of answering your question, I suppose allowing you visitation of a base on Champagne wouldn't be out of my reach. However, that also opens up a few retorts of my own: like what base would that be, for one, and for what purpose your boss wants you to visit said base, for a second, and I'd rather not open up to such... suspicion-inducing conversation between the both of us, especially not on a pleasant first date such as this."

He placed his hands together, his deep, crimson-red pupils glinting warmly as he gave Doreen a gentle smile. "And, quite honestly, I'm only concerned with getting your blessing, my dear doctor. The moment that I do have your complete, willing desire and undeniable permission to be taken to Gallia, would I then devote every ounce of my energy and resources to grant you your desires.

"I am a man of my word, my dear doctor. My word is binding... especially to women who most certainly deserve better from a gentleman than to be offered uncertain promises."

His hand then motioned back to the fork, its fingers grasping the silverware as he said, "So to summarize all that I've said: I'd prefer that we favorably conclude our first and second dates first, before we should discuss and-or nitpick anything about any hypothetical trips to Gallia in the near possible future. Shall you say... 'let's not cross the bridge until we come to it', yes?"

He grinned and held the fork close to his mouth like a cigar.

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[Doreen]

She nodded and softly smiled. "I don't think a couple of dates with you will do me any harm in fact, we'll get to know each other a bit better I think. For now, I'm not going to bring up the subject of Gallia for a bit. My reasons for wanting to go there are more my own than those of the people I work for."

She had finished her food awhile back but finally pushed her plate from her a bit, "Now, I have a final conference in the morning that I hope will break by noon. I can be ready for tomorrow night in this nice gown at a place of your choosing."
She motioned around where they were, knowing it wasn't his style and smiled, "I mean, I guess I owe you that much at least but for now, I should get back to my suite and get some rest."
She then stood up and extended her hand, "Tomorrow then?"

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[Mr.Fabulous]

As Doreen pushed her plate forward, Pierre then downed the last of his likely-cold forkful of food with a satisfied pop of his lips.

The gentleman then stood up, took the dear doctor's hand and returned it with a quick kiss, the lips not actually touching her hand at all. "Tomorrow would be my... and hopefully, our pleasure," he said with a purr at the end of that statement.

After neatly placing his silverware on his plate, he fixed his clothes straight and said, "By the way, I am also acquainted with a few masseurs at a spa parlor up the street. Should you desire to partake in sweet relaxation for at least a discount, especially right after you've concluded your conferences and wish to purge yourself of the grit of your duties before we proceed on with the next date, just say, 'the purple sun has blessed me' when you're there, and they'll take you through to the rest."

Finally, looking prim and standing tall, he then offered her his elbow with a grin. From her angle, the woman could clearly see the deceptively-sizeable build the gentleman actually had, especially in his arm muscles that rippled of constant training, yet flowed with the grace of practiced elegance.

"Or I don't suppose you desire to pay the parlor a visit at this hour? I wouldn't mind, and they're open until midnight anyway. But in any case, if you'll grant me the permission, I'd love to escort you back to your premises, or at least close to it, just so I'm sure that you get there safe, milady.

"... On the other hand, I'll understand if you deny me of the permission to do so, granted that I myself am the CEO of a Gallic corporation, an enemy within the very heart of Bretonia," he chided with a friendly chuckle or two.

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[Doreen]

She gave a giggle. "Now, now, Monsieur, not too fast. I'll take in the parlor another day but for now, I will accept the escort to the corner where my hotel is. I'll be fine from there."
She smiled and touched his nose with her finger, "Besides, you'll see me tomorrow evening."

"It's pleasant out this time of the day as the sun sets. It'll be a nice walk," she added.

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