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“There is a café not too far from here that has some pâtisseries that remind me of home.” Lehane tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Allow me to show you the way.” She hugged her bag a bit closely to her. Something about the man before her was so enchanting that she didn’t want to leave his presence yet. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it just yet, but it was there. 

"Sound marvelous." He'd motion for her to lead the way. Erik would fall in step beside her and follow whichever way they needed to go. His hands pushed into his coat pockets as they walked.

Her brow quirked. The government. German or American, she had to wonder. Or perhaps neither. Lehane only nodded her head. “I see. Well that must be exciting. I wish you luck on finding that certain someone.” She said, smiling once again. 

Erik would smile, just a hint of something dark behind it. "Danke. I'm sure I will find him. It's just a natter of time."

Business? Lehane could only wonder what a good looking man like him was involved with. Perhaps it had something to do with modeling. Or perhaps he was even a lawyer. There were so many possibilities, and her curiosity was getting the better of her. “Ah, c’est triste.” She commented, nodding her head. 

None of the above, really. Revenge was what motivated him, powered his drive to find Shaw, no matter what it took. "I suppose it is. Although I have gotten to travel a bit." Not that he spent much time taking in the sights.

Moira raised an eyebrow.  True, this was not the Erik she had known, but there was still that familiar quality about him.  He was… superior in his opinions, she knew.  But she wondered if he knew about her betrayal from the other world.  

"Well I wouldn't say you were my best friend, no." He'd give a bit of a smirk. "But you seem like I'm about to start something here while you're looking for your notebook." He gave a small shrug "I didn't think that I was being hostile."

"He is one of the only friends I have." Erik was still at a stage where he was wary to trust anyone. Charles had found a way past that. Probably through the fact the man knew everything about Erik.

She pursed her lips, eyebrow cocked.  ”O’ course nae, Erik.  Ye’re an intelligent man.  That’s something I’ve always found admirable, regardless o’ whether our opinions differ.  But, I’d have thought ye’d have something more pressing t’ do on a day such as this.” 

Erik would make his way over to stand on the opposite side of the desk, one hand resting on it. Personally it found it amusing that she was so intimidated by him. Especially when he hadn't done anything to warrant it at the time.

“Dark brown, leather binder.  It’s my notebook fae one o’ my earlier experiments,” she explained.  ”I referred t’ a source there that should be very significant in my most recent findings.  I hate t’ be a bother, but it really is very important.” 

"Uh huh. I'll see if I can find it." He'd have crossed opposite of her so he could check more of the library. "It's likely he found it and moved it somewhere for safe keeping." He'd turn to face her after checking a shelf.

Moira stepped into the room, keeping her eyes out for the book, bound in dark brown leather and tied shut.  It wasn’t on the table…

"Can't say I've seen it." Although, he hadn't even known to look for it. He'd make a quick scan of the area. Nothing really out of place that caught his attention. That didn't mean it wasn't here. "What did it look like?" He didn't disbelieve it was for her work. He didn't really see any reasons why she'd be sneaking around the mansion.

In the Library

Erik had been looking over some of the books Charles had kept. Something to occupy his time while he waited for the man to return. He'd happened across a bound copy of his Thesis and figured he might as well see what his full theories were. It would give them something to talk about later. He sat in one of the arm chairs, leg's crossed and the book held at a comfortable distance while he read.