❝    I   PROMISE   I   might  not  look  capable  of   anything   these  days,  but  looks  can  deceive.   you  should  have  seen  me  a  year  ago...   ❞

                       “---your scent, ma’am. it is curious. tell me, where are                         you from? of course, that is, if that is not an INVASION                         of my part ; if it is, then PARDON ME.”

STANDING AFAR from the female, he’s been keeping out an eye on her. it’s not for the wrong reasons, the contrary of that. he’s fascinated. and even when he has a particular smell to him, it’s only because he’s been training non-stop. there is no rest in pai mei’s class. & there shouldn’t be. a trained assassin won’t stop so you get something to drink & satisfy your thirst. your head could be chopped off in a matter of seconds, it only takes seconds of their time to take a life. ( it takes bill negative seconds to do so as well. ) and even with that said, he’s stopped down for drinks. not for his teammates, just for him. 

step by step, he approaches the figure. a word to define bill would be brave. & he maintains that promise as the vocal lines within his throat get rasped, this was a chance. one he would not waste, not many women approach this low-life beverage spot. it’s a sign, it has to be.      ❛  i couldn’t help but notice no one’s by your side at this very moment. ----- would you like some company ? ? ? i’ll pay for your...drink ? ? ?   ❜

it’s beautiful?! just make sure you darken the text because it is very difficult to see.

“ Ah, Princess! ”  Conversation cuts shorts as his head turns, attitude shifting from grave and ever - so - anxious to light. Intricate gold stitching shimmers against the opium plates and crisp white of linen as the emperor moves from the presence of his commander and all but glides towards the summit of grand stone stairs ; he has insisted on the arrival being within the forefront of Rome where they may appreciate the architecture and of course, give an exciting piece of royal entertainment for the public. 

As he views her ascent, a hand out - stretches in genteel manner for her to take once their proximity increases, a docile and earnest smile painting the dark cut of features.  “ I have awaited your arrival with the utmost dutiful impatience. You have been talk of the city for many nights and what an honour! ”  Head tips with regal acknowledgement as palm takes elegant fingers, quite astounded is Commodus by such a fantastically rare ethereality that she displays.  “ Welcome to Rome. ”