Private Meetings and Races

"Your cheeks are glowing.....literally in fact," he'd say with a chuckle. "Either my words are magical....which I'm pretty sure they're not, or I'm guessing it has something to do with your enchanted biology." He'd never seen someone's cheeks glow when blushing before, it 2aw adorable really.

"Well, I'm sure you'll make him proud," he'd say with a smile, "whatever profession you decide to go into." He didn't know her well yet, but she seemed calm and confident, those were good traits.

He'd finish his cup of tea. "Ok, Bastet, now we've talked a bit, what do you want as a reward for finishing the race? Or were the snacks enough?" he'd ask playfully, with a chuckle.

"Alien?" he'd ask curiously, "one of your parents from off world?" He'd met aliens before, especially for work, protecting their ships and such for the security firm. "That's interesting, both an alien human hybrid and the partial avatar for a god," that was an interesting combination.

He'd chuckle. "My place?" he'd tilt his head, "and why do you want to see my place?" He had his suspicions on what she wanted, but he wanted to see what she would say.

Their pixie server would appear handing Aedan the check. He of course was going to pay as he promised, even if he hadn't lost he'd still have paid.

He'd chuckle at her answer. "Well if that's what you want,", he'd rise from his seat, "can't deny the winner's reward." He was curious about what she intended to do, but he wasn't going to poke at it just yet, he'd wait for now.

Approaching the counter he'd pay the cheque. "No racing though," he'd say with a chuckle, "I live further in the city, last thing we want is to get pulled over." Plus he didn't think his neighbors would appreciate the noise.

Aedan would exit the shop, holding open the door for her, before mounting his motorcycle and slipping on his helmet. "Well, follow me," once she was ready he'd lower his visor and take off.

Shortly they'd come to his apartment building, it was nice enough looking on the outside. He'd pull into the parking area, pulling off his helmet and stepping off his motorcycle. "Come on, it's a few floors up," he'd quickly lead her up thr stairs, up until they came to his door.

He'd open the door, letting her in, his apartment was nice, a mix of new and old aesthetic. "Make yourself at home," he'd hang up his coat, doing the same with hers if she had one. "Soda in the fridge, you're not old enough for the other drinks," he'd say with a chuckle.

"Bedroom's down the hall if you want to poke your head in and satisfy your curiosity," he was curious as to what she'd actually do now that she was here.

"Apple soda and tomato?" he'd ask with a chuckle, taking a seat. "That isn't a real combo is it?" there was no judgment in his voice, just amusement and curiosity. "And no, no apple soda, mostly strong tasting drinks."

He'd watch her vanish into his room, taking a sip of his soda. Baste would find that his room was a little messy but in an odd ordered manner, but there was nothing that'd give hints as to what his job was, no anything like that was safely put away, there was however a violin on the desk in the corner. "What were you hoping to find?" he'd ask, rising front his seat and see stepping over to his room.

"I'm honestly not sure what you're looking for," his guns and personal security equipment was all put away in his closet.