coliturx:

     _{They’re creatures cut from the same cloth, albeit with different fears and motivations; but similar nonetheless, unannounced to either party. Cain feels a chill run up his arm but declines to comment, attributing that to the nerves he rarely feels around women. For the first time in ages, he finds an honest smile on his lips, purely due to the fact that this woman, who ever she may be, took his hand, when she could have turned him away.} 

                   _{A C C E P T A N C E
  “Y‘want an honest man…” he murmurs, placing a hand atop her hip and pulling her closer “What if th'truth scares you?”} 

       _{She can see it. How contact with her cool skin almost elicets a shudder from him and yet he doesn’t comment. She is silently grateful for that fact. Tentatively she places her hand on his shoulder, ensuring contact while offering no real pressure there. She can stand to touch but she doesn’t care to. The quicker she can call it to an end, the better.}

        _{“I’m not afraid of anything in regards to other people. I highly doubt you could inspire me to fear you.” Really the idea is almost laughable.} 

coliturx:

     _{There’s a smile now gracing his visage, corners of his lips twitching just far enough upwards to earn the name. Orbs of steel flicker about during a moment of thought before he takes a small step forward, his hand carefully extending toward hers; it’s a risk, a risk of an embarrassment if turned away, but it’s one he must take.}

      _{A chuckle is brewing behind closed lips before it bubbles out, eyes raising to meet hers. “For now; heard women liked a man of mystery.”} 

       _{Of course, a dance. To accept or decline. Mostly these decisions were made on a whim. She dislikes the brief bouts of contact. They’re fleeting and not to be indulged in in the first place. But her hesitance doesn’t touch her expression, nor reflect in her eyes. She surveys him a moment before accepting his hand, hoping that today she’s not that cold.}

      _{“Some do. But we also like men who answer our questions.”}

coliturx:

      _{Not many dresses caught his eyes quite like hers did, the same could be said for the form beneath the fabric.}

            _{That’s reserved, however, locked away for a later date. “I’m in some kind’a business,” He murmurs with a smile.} 

           _{"That’s just vague enough to keep my interest.“ Which is a difficult task in and of itself. Fact interest is scattered among everyone she comes in contact with. Equally spread as if she actually gives a damn about what they have to say about anything.}

                _{Genuine interest is reserved for a select few who manage to pique her curiosity. "Is that as detailed as you’re going to get?”}

        _{Not many men who wore a suit actually wore it right.}

               _{This one did. “–lookin’ sharp. Very well put together. I don’t suppose you’re in business.”}