With a quick GASP that she draws, the sylphian woman’s eyes widen as the larger pulls her into a tight EMBRACE. While surprise had been present only seconds before, it melts into a broad SMILE, laughing as she wraps her arms around the larger woman to return the hug, hearing the voice in her ear, she pulls back the slightest bit so as to look up at Sakuya, before silver eyes GLANCE about.

                    even of this, he is WARY. amidst the exclusion of his disaster, much was lost to the ebb and flow of choice. was it his first mistake, one of many, that led him down this path ? or did he remain a WEAPON in the hands of friends and foes, only to turn the blade towards himself in imposed martyrdom ? he is a villain, of that much he is sure. ( perhaps it was a lack of choice, then. such condolences. perhaps he had BITTEN the hand that feeds. a mistake; he was made their villain out of debt, when he would have sooner given them life over this —– death. to overstep what line others’ dared not venture across ? human nature went both ways, but the same was still true: you either die a HERO, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. good or bad —– a villain, undoubtedly. ) so he contemplates thus: is he his own villain ? it may very well be so. of course he is, there’s no-one else to blame —–

                    she may see a villain, cast in black to hide between the SHADOWS of the world. she may see something not quite right, like the weight of the air grew heavy ‘round him, a pool of dense suffocation. what does she see ? a man ? a monster ? nothing at all ? she speaks only to herself, for he does not answer. true, while he lingers for a moment more, he remains ever stoic and impassable. but he has lingered long enough in her company, for a one-sided conversation that remains unresolved, the question thick and dewy and hanging. a dead man’s blood seeping through the gallows. they lashed him before the … ( but you DO have a name, don’t you ? gabriel ? gabriel, what happened to you ? can’t you even remember your own name —– ? )

                    it seems taboo, now. almost disrespectful. he mutters something final:

                    ❛ ———- I have no name. It is gone. ❜

The restaurant mentioned was something he obviously could get behind - chuckling just lightly when realizing just how quickly the little designer would sift through memory upon such innocently spoken sentence as the one presented. The valet he had met before ( the car had had eyes lighten up when he only handed it over ), waiting tamely at the entrance for the pair to meet off for the night. And what a pair they truly turned out to be. The very fact that the Noah himself would ignore the offered keys, and with smile to accompany the thought, mere beckon his head had the waiting man startled, and suspicions cemented to be a reality. 

“Oh I surely think what you believe I am thinking~”

Mild banter and the confused look of the man still holding keys to their expensive vehicle for the night, was enough to make the apostle move, leave her off and quite in reach before what had brought amusement quite before. They would only travel through the city ( or so it was thought ) so, in comparison to last time Tyki only offered the possibility, they shouldn’t stray too far from set path. 

At least so the thought would wander ( alas, there was no mind if it would turn out - differently ).

“No need to hesitate~ Except you would like me to drive, then you are free to wish so. Alas—” Oh, the smile to curl up his lips, obvious and telling all for its own, mischievous nearly in soft badinage - how far could it be drawn to get what was desired? “—you had fun the last time I let you drive, so why should I deny for now, hm~? I told you can lead, I only provide.”

And this would include such a ‘trifle’ as well. 

    How her heart would have skipped a beat at what he was doing, the motion of head serving her to BLINK in surprise, just as much as the young valet. Lips part, as if there had been something of import to MENTION, yet it slips from her thoughts as QUICKLY as confirmation to previous beliefs are proven TRUE. Eyes flicker from Tyki, to the valet, then to the keys held out in his hands. In reaching for the keys, there is a moment where she wonders if he’s as SERIOUS as he was the time before, but all too well does she know in the back of her mind that he indeed is SERIOUS about her driving it once more.

   Ah but the SMILE that finally tugs on corner or lips overtakes the shock that had once been there BEFORE, keys lightly jingling as she takes the key from the valet, casting a glance over at Tyki   &   the obvious smirk playing ‘pon his lips. Thumb runs over the edge of the keys, before laughter finally falls from her lips, passing by the young man, towards the car.

                   ❝  I take it that this will end up being something that happens quite—OFTEN.  ❞

   The time before quickly f l a s h e s through her mind, the speed of vehicle yet in a manner hardly felt   &   the bemused LOOK he had given her when the exit had been missed. Clearing her throat, she looks away before he can even catch the soft ROSE that surely dusts her cheeks, moving to OPEN the car.      ❝  I had not been aware that THIS is what you meant. Thankfully, this time I know where it is that I am going.  ❞