Don't make me chase you, Even doves have pride

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He was grateful that she didn't seem to mind his poor excuse for flirting. He watched her with interest as she enlightened him on her name. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady," he mentioned with a small smirk. He recognized how corny he must sound, but he only spoke what he viewed to be the truth. Besides, he kind of liked this playful banter they seemed to be having. She went on to ask his name and he dipped his head in a small bow as he spoke, not quite able to rid himself of the gentlemanly motions his mother had taught him as a pup. "Nikolai Bierne, at your service."

He had no real expectations for this chance meeting, but he wasn't going to limit where it might lead. At this point, he was simply glad someone was willing to give him the time of day without wanting to kill him. Her being gorgeous only sweetened the deal. "What brings you up here all by yourself so late at night, hm?" he asked curiously, his pale gaze finding her brilliantly blue one. It seemed like every time he looked at her he noticed some other interesting trace of gold on her slate-blue form. It made even simply looking at her intriguing.