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"[b]Mrs Eggard![/b]" Dorian calls out across the once bustling dining hall, now gone quiet except for the soft patter of tired workers trying to close up loose ends so they may go home.

"[b]I trust you enjoyed the evening? It was a wonderful turn out, you have some amazing and interesting friends. I'm sure this will be the event they are talking about for years![/b]"

As he talks he turns on just a smidgen of that wile charm, the curl in his lips, the warmth in his eyes the flash of his grin. 
He played the polite good boy who was secretly after something, but he didn't play it to well as that it would be unexpected. No he left the holes and let her see the act. 
That was the true secret to this game.

People of age recognise the nativity of youth and enjoy the reminiscence it brings, along with appreciating the wisdom they have since gained. Dorian gives her the advantage of all those things and more in simple short conversation. It might not be considered an honourable talent, but none-the-less it is one he is exceptionally good at and it brings no harm.

However.... (Because someone edited) while relishing in the conversation the stubborn old woman proved a tough nut to crack and gave Dorian nothing. He left a defeated man, knowing nothing more of the mysterious woman she was nearly all but completely lost to him. He had one last chance. Payday.


-----FFWD----> 8 days later, early evening.


Dorian felt nervous, it had been along time since he felt nerves like this. He checked his hair in a passing window as he strides down the footpath with a slight hurried urgency. His clothing slightly more casual than what was worn at the masquerade but still at the high end of sophistication, consisted of mostly blacks and greys. In his hands, clutched tightly was a cardboard box.

Before he knew it he was standing in front of a door. Not any old door, her door. Having slipped passed the apartments 'buzzer gate' with another occupant, there was now very little standing between them. Dorian knew he was in the right place, her sweet familiar scent escaped around the door. He could [i]feel[/i] it.

If he had butterflies he did not show it, his composure was calm and steady. He confirmed the adress then knocked on the door.

[h3]'Dat, dat, dat, dat.'[/h3]

While he waited he opened the cardboard box he had so carefully been carrying and removed a [url=http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Glass_Slipper/Gallery?file=Cinderellaliveactionfirstpromo.png]beautiful glass slipper[/url], the sight made him smile. 

"[b]I believe this is yours?[/b]" he prepared himself to say.

It was bought as a gift and a clever opener to try and relieve some of that awkward initial tension with thoughtful humour and by referencing her runaway.