Simon Mitchell

No way.

Well aren't you logical. -he said with a bright smile- Is that the reason why you're here?

-he chuckles- I doubt it. What're you stuck here for? 

Mumbai? Why's that? -he asks, intrigued-

Yes please, if you don’t mind.

-smiles and ducks into the cafe close to them- Care for a bite to eat? 

*laughs* yeah I guess you could say so, which I would travel the world and set out looking for exotic creatures 

Where would you go first?

No I will not make one for you! But I have a few I am close to and if you hurt them I will hurt you. *blushes* hey now none if those shenanigans.

Oh yeah? And who would you want me to avoid Lottie? -he says with a smirk before he wraps his hands around her waist- What shenanigans?

Weird. That’s…weirdly close. They prefer the term *air-quotes* “separated.” But they’ve been “separated” my whole life.

One of the infinite struggles of the elite. -he said with a weak smile-

[takes his hand and slightly bends down] I am Princess Ziva, Sir Simon. 

-takes her hand and kisses the back of it- It is a pleasure to be in your presence Princess. 

I mean, it’s not a big deal, I’m always looking for a new machine to put my hands on, but… I guess I can say yes to dinner. [raises en eyebrow at the extended hand for a secon dbefore shrugging a little and taking it] Kind of far. I like to park her away from where morons can scratch the paint job.

-he smiles in triumph when she says yes to dinner- I can do with a walk.

[Looks up, a little confused, like she’d almost forgotten he was there] Oh. Combination of normal wear and tear and some faulty wiring. You’ll need to buy a few new things, but I can give you a lift to the autparts store and we can sort you out and she’ll be runnign like new in no time. [grins]

Then afterwards, you can accompany me to dinner to thank you for all of your effort. -he says with a smirk as he moves to his feet, his arm extended outward for the girl to take- How far's your car?