Maybe he'd watched too many romantic movies, but personally Kurt thought this idea was pretty good. The church itself was no longer in use, long forgotten, but the moonlight (or he supposed in the case street and city lights) pouring through the stain glass windows had caught his attention when he had explored this place. He had also set up candles to further help with vision and keep him from going too easily unseen, blending into the shadows. He hoped in truth the city would do something with the building, restore it, it was too beautiful to let it continue to go unused. In the mean time he had brought some pillows and a blanket to make seating more comfortable, as well as some German drinks if she should prove interested. He didn't trust himself to be able to follow up that stew she'd brought before. The candlelight made shadows dance across the walls, softened her features, and played at the edges of the pale beige dress she wore beneath her usual brown pea-coat. The accessories dressed it up a touch more than her usual attire, her fashion choice ever consistent. Not incredibly dressy, but nice none-the-less. He was glad he went with a casual button up, even if Logan had taken the chance to poke fun at him and Kitty all but jumped with excitement with the idea of meeting who ever he was seeing. Word would no doubt spread fast around the mansion, not that he was certain yet this was even going anywhere as much as they expected. They got along so far, true, but there was so much he still didn't know about her.

He watched for her reaction, a steady gaze taking in the details, but was disappointed to see she didn't seem very impressed. Yet, her words made him glad his dark fur would prevent a blush being seen.

"I suppose this sort of thing is pretty, but I think I much prefer the company." Her smile now looked more genuine, and he managed a smooth return with a chuckle,

"Then we are like of mind, schön Fraulein." He couldn't tell if she was flirting or not, she was far too good at a deadpan delivery, but she let him move closer without shrinking away. This time she held her ground, even managing to keep her gaze steady on his features. It allowed him to notice the shade of green in her eyes was bright, in an almost unearthly way even without the black around them.

"There is so much I don't know about you. Perhaps we can remedy that?" he continued.

"Some things are best spoken without words." now he was almost certain she was flirting, his pulse speeding a touch with the remark, but instead of closing the now little distance between them she moved around him to the seating that had been arranged.

"Though conversation can be good too." He wouldn't have minded the other idea either.

"As can drinks, if you like that sort of thing." He offered, joining her and showing off the German porters he had brought. She gave a nod and he poured the dark liquid into two glasses, offering cheers. She accepted and took a sip, giving an approving nod.

"I wonder, have you always been as bold as the man before me now?" she had no problem beginning the conversation.

"For a time, in my youth, I was in circus. Ja, ja, blue and furry and strange, but many then thought it was costume. I was one of our greatest acrobats! Why, there was this one time when the net failed, and..." he launched easily into a story, resting himself on a forearm and leaning closer to her as he talked, his eyes on hers as he regaled her with some anecdote of his youth. Kurt's expression at the end sobered considerably. "Although...not all was so great. There were bad times too, ja. Though those are not stories to tell on a date, I think." she had listened to the tale attentively, calmly reacting to the change of tone.

"I wouldn't know, though I would assume the point of a date is to come to know one another. I'm afraid I don't have anything quite as interesting as traveling Europe with a circus. My own life, what I can recall of it, has been mostly stuck at home."

"What you can recall?" she considered the question, answering with the more guarded expression and tone of voice he'd grown used to receiving.

"If your prior statement rings true, we should probably keep the conversation on lighter fair. Such as..." she was trying to think of something, but he ventured to place a hand on hers, working to resist the shudder that tried to move through his muscles with the chill. Her eyes jumped down to the contact, though her face remained stoic.

"I'd like to know more about you, if you're comfortable sharing." she withdrew her hand, almost scooting away, but stopped herself. She only glanced away for a moment, before turning a more stern look his way again.

"I am. But you would not like the answer." she was certain enough to make his fur stand on end, and remind him of her brother's warning from the day before. He could feel the words plucking at his mind, whispering that he was a fly, and she was a spider with silken webs drifting down to surround him. The visual did make him shiver, and wonder where these strange ideas came from. Perhaps more effect of her gift? He pushed them aside.

"Try me." this time her eyes flicked across his face, contemplating if she truly should answer. He stood his ground. After a long moment, her hand moved to the scarf at her neck, hesitated, lowered. Instead she used words to answer.

"What my dear brother," the word dear held a definite hint of distaste, "refers to as an accident was anything but. From what I understand, I was in a comma for a few years. What I remember prior is little more than occasional flashes. While he takes no notice of the effects I produce, the rest of the world did not respond as favorably when I went into it. So likely, I was not as fortunate in one of my prior encounters with the public as I was the day we met." She was right after all. He didn't like the info. In fact his emotions were a mess in response, jumbled between being broken-hearted to think of the cruelty she had obviously experienced...and then he was livid, absolutely enraged about the same thing. Somebody should have been there, should have done something. She gave a small smile with her next words, trying to lighten the blow. It at least grounded him a touch.

"But you are not the kind to run, and I am not the kind to give up so easily. Of course William has been all too protective since then, I can hardly blame him. But he will have to learn at some point, there's no use to having this life if it isn't mine to live." she waved the idea away with one hand.

"You were partly right. I am certainly for living life to the fullest, Fraulein...but this should not have happened to you. I think it's very brave that you told me this...and am glad you did. I feel I understand you a little more than before." he offered, and it brought a smile back to her face.

"I'll admit, meeting you hasn't been so bad." Rachel went a little softer than usual with that statement so he must have done something right. She resettled closer to him, reestablishing the prior contact slow enough to be avoided. His hand moved to rest over hers, and he gave her a smile. "Even if the circumstances were nicht so gut, it seems we have made a good situation out of a bad, ja? I cannot imagine what you have been through in your life up to now, Rachel. But, if you would let me, I would be around for the life you lead from now on. Long as you don't mind a blue demon as your companion." He winked, laughing at his own expense.

His emotional state had settled some. Now he just felt a deep twinge of sadness layered under affection. And the ever-present chill that came with making contact with her. He was getting accustomed to that, though, and knew what it entailed. Easy enough to be aware of and keep from affecting his outlook. Her head tilted immediately at his jest, and she set her drink down, sitting up and reaching out a hand to him, resting it lightly on his jawline. He didn't shrink away.

"I'm not sure I deserve such a companion. But I'll accept your offer." he wasn't sure how much of the nerves firing off beneath his skin was the usual reaction to the touch of a woman he was growing increasingly fond of, or if it was something prompted along by the disquiet, as she called it. It looked like either way he would have plenty of time to discover just where those lines were, for now he wasn't going to question the sensations. On the contrary, leaning into her palm alone put red on her cheeks, and had her retract the hand. For one with the power set she had, and as guarded as she could be, in moments like this she was downright adorable.

"Actually, I might know someone who could help." he offered, "I have another friend, who has had...trouble recalling his past. In fact, it is a thing we have dealt with a few times at the institute. I really think you might benefit from paying the place a visit." he didn't mean to sound like a salesman, but the more they spoke the more convinced he became that it would be a good idea. She was working on learning to control her abilities, from what he could tell looking to find her place in the world, and that was exactly what they did at the institute every day. Learning how to best exist and lead their own lives, at peace with the world around them. Further, he was not the kind to want to keep someone's attentions selfishly to himself. If all she had before was her brother, he knew well enough how nice it would probably be if she could make more friends.

"Do you think? I'm at least curious about my life before. William always insists it's unimportant." her nose wrinkled, obviously disagreeing. The more he learned about this other man the more his own distaste was growing, but he wasn't so sure it was his place to say something on this now.

"If you ever decide you'd like to stop by I could arrange it." he offered instead, not wanting to push but making it very clear the option was there.

"I'll consider it..." she trailed off, as if collecting herself. Or fighting off a headache.

"Perhaps for the moment though, we might continue our conversation with a bit of open air? Not that I don't think your choice of location isn't lovely, in it's own way." the smirk she gave for that was teasing, but ultimately genuine.

"Ah, of course! If you'd rather walk about, who am I to say no?" he chuckled, rising and offering her a hand to help her up, "I'll just blow out the candles, and meet you out front?" he offered, getting a nod. He'd come back after and clear what he'd brought. For now he BAMFed around to leave the place as dark as they had found it, reappearing at her side right as she reached the front. He had completely forgotten the way he tended to melt into the shadows and all but disappear, remembering only from the odd pause she gave to try to focus on seeing him. Seeing only the teeth and fangs in his grin and the yellow eyes was not what he intended, but she only returned the smile.

"You will have to try harder than that if you wish to sneak up on me, Bright Eyes." the playful tunes had returned, and he'd even gained a nickname. He stepped with her back into the light with another chuckle, falling easily into the banter.

"I'll try to keep that in mind." this time the two fell into step, lacing arms right away and grinning ear to ear. No stars above given the city smog and light pollution, but neither was bothered by this fact.

AN: Oops, right back to more cute...oh well. Is what it is. I prefer things to develop more organically anyhow, even when I do in fact have specific plot points to hit. Updates may slow since work is getting busy and my dance rehearsals have begun.