Stiletto looked over at Low Light and smiled slightly. "What should I call you in our new assignment?" She asked curiously.
"I...hm." Thoughtful, he looked back to her, a slight blush rising at her smile. "I suppose that Gabriel might be best...it's what I used to ask people to call me instead of Cooper."
She noted the blush and hid a smile. Shejust leaned in a bit further. "Very well Gabriel." She nodded slowly. "Max will do for me." She offered, licking her lips nervously.
That lick of her lips doesn't go un-noticed...feeling her nestling in against him a bit more. Closing his eyes, he takes a slow, deep breath. "Ok, Max..." Putting his hand around her shoulder comfortably, he looks out the window to avoid too much more temptation. "So...where did we meet?"
She nodded and smiled a bit nervously, leaning away from him again. "You and I met on a cruise up around Alaska last Fall." She paused. "It was at a costume ball. I was dressed as a vampiress." She looked back over at him. "You can select your own costume if you want."
As she leaned away, he adjusted, thinking... "I don't know - I'm really not much for costumes, usually." His last one, when required to go to a Joe Halloween party, had been the classic "I AM A BOMB TECH" T-shirt, with "IF YOU SEE ME RUNNING, TRY TO KEEP UP!" on the back. "I probably just wore something simple.
She smirked again. "Very well a 1930s gangster with Tommy Gun." Her eyes glittered with amusement...before settling down again. "I asked you to dance and made a risque comment about the gun." She nodded, thinking that a good start.
Smirking back, he raised an eyebrow to the sparkle in her eyes. "Dancing, some drinks...a bit more flirting...dinner afterwards?"
She nodded cautiously. "Indeed, oh and you are a moderately wealthy businessman in the Cheasapeake area, your main focus is import-export." She thought for a moment. "I imagine we were intimate before the cruise was over." She made the comment totally offhand. When not having to deal with business, Stiletto was quite blunt at times.
A bit of a hard swallow followed that bluntness...she was certainly honest when it was left to her discretion. "I suspect you're right...I wonder who madethe first move." Then, he shook his head. "Either way...intimate, and then we made arrangements to see each other again after the cruise?"
She arched a brow at the curiosity. "It was probably a mutual decision." She then nodded. "You were quite pleased to discover that I lived in Baltimore."
Smirking back to the arched brow, his hand lightly traces her arm. "Oh, yes..." He paused. "So. We've been seeing each other for...around eight months and I asked you to marry me a few nights ago?"
She restrained a shiver at the hand traced down her arm, nodding slightly. "Indeed it was quite the whirlwind courtship." She agreed and nodded. "The circumstances of the proposal were while we were out holiday shopping I suspect."
"I probably took you out to one of the bridges over the bay and proposed there...something very simple but elegant?" Thoughtful, his eyes turned inward, imagining the scenario.
She nodded. "Very good, it was rather cold and windy." She smiled a bit. "I of course accepted and we phoned father who insisted on meeting you. So we came to New York." She paused for a moment. "Father will also be on hand to witness our nuptials after dinner, as we had made arrangements to see a justice of the peace."
He nodded. "I assume we came in different suites initially to avoid a bad appearance, but we'll probably be sharing one of our rooms after dinner?"
She paused in thought then replied. "It is a game we decided upon. In fact we have the honeymoon suite booked at the Ritz. The Waldorf has been told that we were called away on sudden business."
"Ahhh, good." He looked over to her again, smirking. "So...do you steal the covers?"
She arched a brow at that "I do no such thing, though I suppose you do." She then tilted her head looking at him. "You are taking this assignment surprisingly well. Most men, even agents, would feel somewhat awkward."
He looked back away. "Well...a mission where I get to pretend to be engaged and then married to a very beautiful woman isn't half bad." He paused. "Maybe I'm just used to the crazy jobs."
She coloured a bit and shrugged. "Even still, I thank you for your acceptance of the situation.....and it will not be merely an agent made up to be a judge. It will be a real justice of the peace. So the marriage will be binding...at least in the legal sense.....it helps to authenticate things." She spoke rapidly and quietly with a slight frown.
"Not leaving anything to chance..." He got a bit nervous himself, but tried not to show it... "Well, then." He turned in his seat, angling, though he can't entirely kneel. "Would you marry me, Max?
She looked at him and gave a low, rich, quietchuckle. "Your attempt at levity is most appreciated, but well you have already asked me according to the background we've cooked up." She silver-grey eyes show a flicker of surprise at the question...
He grinned. "Well, true...but it's good to check." A sigh of relief doesn't pass his lips, but it is clear in his eyes. Then, on a sudden impulse, he leaned in, kissing her lightly.
She nodded and smiled slightly. "I thank you for keeping your sense of humour about the matter...it would be...taxing to most others." She is surprised at the kiss and stiffened a bit, but did not pull away...as he pulled away, her lips still burned....she gave him a penetrating look and asked. "Getting into character?"
He paused... "Yes, I suppose so..." He quirked his lips slightly, still tasting her. "And it fit the moment. I can't promise it won't be taxing - I may still be in shock."
She shrugged, still nervous, scolding herself silently to remain professional.She smiled back in self-containedamusement....then coloured a bit at his statement. "I...of course, it is putting...a strain on my re...temper as it is. I cannot imagine how it must affect you."
He blinked as she blushed, and then looked away again. "Ah...yeah..." Lost for words, he's surprised. He'd never seen her shaken like that. This was the same woman who he'd seen calmly shoot a man in cold blood on confirmation that said man was a traitor. "We'll just have to see..."
She took a sip of wine from her glass, attempting to cover her awkwardness at the situation. "Indeed." She agreed.
Frowning, he seemed to feel as if he slipped, somewhere in there. "How soon to dinner? Don't want to be late.
She looked out the window and saw the limo pull into the drive of the Tavern. "It is now and we are a few minutes early." She gave him another slight smile. "Do you know your role?"
"I think I do." He nodded.
She nodded backand smiled as the door man openned the limo's door and she began sliding out side, leaving him to follow...
Standing, he comes with her, offering her his arm as he stepped out.
She slipped her arm in his and leaned forth, kissing his cheek and whispering. "Remember, we are recently engaged and disgustingly happy about it."
Taking in her scent, he kisses her forehead in turn. "Oh, I don't have any problem doing that." He murmured back.
She pulled back looking amused, feeling the kiss at the forehead, arching a brow at the statement. "I see." She replied cryptically."
A heated glance is the only answer he gives before being led into the restaurant, and towards a wiry man with greying, strawberry blond hair, silver-grey eyes and a weathered face. The man was dressed in a simple black Armani suit with a deep, blue shirt and a subtle tie. He looked dressed to fit with any of the high finance leaders of Wall street, but his appearance was more towards a college professor. Low Light's sharp eyes detected the tell-talse signs of a pistol kept in a shoulder holster beneath the man's suit-jacket and the older man was casually watchful of everyone. Low Light stepped forth, smiling and looking very much the happy engaged and soon to be newlywed.
Her scent was clean and somewhat herbal...but not cloyingly so. She did not miss the heat in his gaze, but father drew her attention at the moment as she gave a bright smile...ahhh the joyously engaged..."Father..." Her normally cool voice taking on a warmth...