[center][h1][color=FFD700][b]Edward Scawthorne[/b][/color][/h1]

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Lancer was being uncomfortably close to his face. Edward felt his heart racing from not talking to a girl that genuinely likes him, from the rich boy's point of view. He looked away immediately, flushed that he was about to lose his haughty demeanor, dragging him and the girl inside. 

This must be his lucky though since the tables weren't all occupied and that the table next to the wide glass window was free. He pulled the chair out for Lance like the gentleman he is, if she sat down he would move toward his own seat and read the menu (at least trying to).

[color=#ffd700]"Hmph. Until the runes set off, let's get to know each other a little better. You've been clingy lately and I've wanted to know the reason..."[/color] His peered down every inch of her body, her erogenous zones, her cute pinch-able face and her overall outfit. He's still a man, so there's some perverse in there, he even took a look around to see if there are any eavesdroppers... after confirming that there are none, he placed his arms on the table, hands clasped and staring down the emerald eyes of his Servant... 

[color=#ffd700]"...you're not a gold digger are you? Sorry, if I'm showing offense it's just... odd... especially in today's times where I'm not that prettiest boy on the block."[/color] He had to get that out. Beating around the bush is lame and for cowards is what he would say at this time.

Though he might have already regretted saying that as he waits in anticipation. The fact that she's a Servant also exempts her from the Gold Digger thing because... well... all Servants are in a past life and probably have never heard of it... right?

[@Feyblue]