They talked for about an hour until it grew dark, although Mrs. Lovett was a tad bit curious to why he had been asking her so many questions, until he asked her one that puzzled her the most.

"How would you feel about going on a date with me sometime?"

Mrs. Lovett stood for a few moments, had she just heard what she thought she had? She had always wanted to hear those words but not from him… from Mr. Todd… So she answered moments later, "No… I 'ave much to do, I'm sorry…" She hesitated nervously.

"Are you sure it's not because of a certain barber upstairs?" Charles asked.

How in the devil did he know?! She thought. She gulped and attempted to change the subject, but failed shamefully. "My, my what gave you that idea?"

"I am not a daft man, Mrs. Lovett, we've been chatting for a few hours now and almost fifty percent of the time you were talking about him.

She was flabbergasted. Did her affection for Mr. Todd really stand out that much? If so, how come out of everyone, he was the only one that seemed to never notice? "Oh that's silly…" She stuttered, "He's just one of the only people I've got to talk to s'all…" She continued on before getting lost in her thoughts of her and Mr. Todd getting married, my the sea… perhaps.

"Than you wouldn't say no if I asked you to accompany me on a date?" Charles inquired with such enthusiasm, he hoped she'd say yes or else he'd have to resort to plan B.

He asked a second time, he would sweep her off her feet if he had to, she wasn't terrible looking, as a matter of fact she looked rather delicious it was just her ghastly appearance that he was afraid of. Not to mention he'd noticed the way she slumped around her shop like a man, it was obvious she had lived alone for years due to her constant chatter. Charles was a man like Sweeney Todd, he was seeking his revenge. And he'd get it, even if it killed him.

Mrs. Lovett stood her ground and answered a simple, "No." before walking to the door and letting out a sigh, "I'm sorry Mr. Westward, but, have ya self a nice evenin' and come back anytime for a free shave and a pie."

"I can assure you Mrs. Lovett, that that time will be very soon." He shot Mrs. Lovett a creepy smile that sent strange shivers down her spine, something about that man just didn't seem right to her…

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It was now official, although he was hoping he wouldn't have to do this, but tonight was the only chance he got… being that Mr. Barker was drunk he couldn't try to seduce her into going out with him and possibly torment Mr. barker by sending her flowers and friendly notes… It was a good plan in his mind. But tonight was the only night he could get her easily, and he was determined to get his revenge…

And that is what he planned to do.

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Later on that evening about a half hour after Charles left Mrs. Lovett was sitting in her pie shop sipping her tea, it had just started to rain and she still hadn't heard anything from Mr. Todd yet, when suddenly she heard a knock from the door. It was pouring out so when she opened the door she was annoyed to see a soaking wet Mr. Todd, it was obvious he still had a lot of alcohol in his system.

"Mista T! What are you doin' down 'ere?!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed as she pulled him in from the cold.

He didn't say anything as she led him into the living room and sat him down.

"Now, now, 'ow much did you drink earlier? I told ya it was a bad idea to go out drinkin'!" Mrs. Lovett scolded angrily as she covered him up with a blanket, he didn't seem to care nor take notice of her obvious irritation.

"Jus' look at you, all soak and wet!" She left the room for a few moments before handing him a cup of tea, he did nothing but mumble as he took it.

She then went back into her shop and came back in, cup of tea in hand, and an absent minded sigh accompanying her.

She plopped down into her chair and sipped her tea as she watched the drunk barber gulp his down in less than a minute before he sat the tea cup down on the stand next to him and patted the empty spot on the couch.

She looked at him questionably. Was he asking her to sit next to him? She looked around the room before giving him a 'me?' look before cautiously walking over and sitting next to him.

Mrs. Lovett, at first, sat as far away from him as possible, unsure of what he was going to do.

"Feelin' alright dear?" She asked, placing her tea-cup down on the stand.

He grumbled, it was obvious he felt un-easy.

"You great useless thing…" She mumbled before placing her hand over his forehead, "Poor dear… I knew you'd catch a cold one of these days…"

Mrs. Lovett sighed and scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Mista T, what am I going to do with you?"

He didn't do anything, not even move when she cuddled close to him, he didn't mind it, after all he was a bit cold not to mention slightly drunk.

The two of them sat as the fire crackled and the rain poured outside, the moment was simply ordeal but than she remembered something, he's drunk, you know very well that Mista T would never let you get this comfortable with him.

Mr. Todd then mumbled something that she couldn't quite make out, "We can't stay this way forever…"

His words confused her as much as they infatuated her.

She soon shook from that feeling when he placed his hand over hers and looked her in the eyes, "Life's too short…"

Her eyes blinked a few times, unsure by his actions, so she just rested her head back down on his shoulder and took in this moment of almost, complete perfection.

And with a deep sigh, the two of them fell asleep.

"Seducing her will be much harder than I thought." Charles mumbled from outside as he watched the pair from the window, he would have to result to plan B if she didn't cooperate so he could get his revenge.

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The next morning Mr. Todd awoke with a pounding headache. He looked around the room, he saw partly singed wallpaper, figurines, and flowers around the room. He soon came to the sobering realization that he was in Mrs. Lovett's parlor and he soon realized that Mrs. Lovett wasn't all too far away. Her head was resting atop of his shoulder and he looked down and saw that his hand was… caressing… hers!

With one quick movement he moved his hand away from hers and slowly scooted out of the loveseat and tried his best not to wake her.

What had he been doing down there anyways?

Her heart felt like flying the previous evening, although she knew that his vision had been clouded by pure drunkenness and his words didn't mean anything. But the question was, what did he mean in the first place?

She awoke moments afterwards and as Mr. Todd was just reaching the door he heard her say something in a groggy voice, "Love?"

He opened his heart for one night and awoke only to find it closed again.

And just like that he didn't reply and left as if nothing happened, as if he was never down there in the first place, and as if he didn't mean what he didn't know he had said last night.

Please Review my darlings, my pets… my turtledoves…

What is Charles Westward up to? (Please don't guess his height lol)

Hmm…. What did our dear barber mean last night when he said, "Life is too short." and "We can't stay like this forever?"