An Amicable Meeting

[Reeves]

He hesitated when faced with that question, but it would only be a few seconds before he just spat out what was on his mind. "Does the augmented eye come off? I'm sorry, I realize that's a rude thing to ask. It's just that I've been wondering ever since I first saw it. It's also just slightly awkward going from your natural eye, which is actually quite pleasant to fixate on, to that. Can't help but feel slightly cheated in the eye contact department." It was all just so unexpectedly humorous of him, amplified by the fact that every word sounded absolutely honest. He must have been obsessing over this for the past hour. There was also every likelihood that the tone he'd used would make it seem endearing.

Not even a minute afterwards he skipped past his own query and tackled her question about motivations. "The reason I called you here is the same reason you decided to come despite your general discomfort over the venue. And if you're enjoying the conversation so far, then does it really matter why? I'm not actively pursuing any information I could exploit or leverage, so this isn't a game. You're almost in disbelief over the prospect of me just wanting to talk to you more. Do you really think so little of yourself?" By now she should have expected it, because as soon as he'd squeezed out those last few words, something happened that would likely break her concentration. This time, it was the waitress returning with their drinks. Their view of each other would also be broken momentarily as the young woman leaned forward slightly to place their drinks on the table carefully.

As soon as their table was once again free of a potential eavesdropper, Damien reached for his glass and raised it to his mouth, producing a mild series of clinks from the ice. He wasn't actually going to drink any of it just yet, it seemed more like he was enjoying the anticipation of it for a few moments. That, or he was waiting for Krest to join him.