As Aidan headed back to the front to pay, he couldn't help but to watch Cordelia as she walked beside him. She was breathtakingly beautiful, he almost couldn't believe it. They made it to the front and she asked him a question. He wasn't sure if she was actually curious or if she was just trying to make small talk but he didn't mind either way. "Not really, not at all" he half chuckled. He normally painted whatever came to mind. Sticking to a theme was never his type of art. "As long as it's beautiful I'll gladly paint it" he explained as he handed the cashier the money for his supplies and took the bag. He held the door open for her to walk out in front of him, a little hesitant to leave himself. He was out of excuses to use to keep her around.
Casteel placed his hands and feet in the proper position just as Abigail did and began to move with the music. He couldn't help but smile at how easily she followed. It had been years since he danced with someone who actually knew what they were doing. It was a refreshing change. He kept his gaze on her face, admiring her delicate features. Before he knew it, he was in a daze again. Her features burning deeper and deeper into his mind and, if it were possible, into his heart. He couldn't not watch her. In fact he didn't even try. He was much too entranced I'm the moment to realize that he was quickly losing himself just as he had before when he was watching her dance. After a litle bit he picked up his step, and Abigail followed closely behind. He smiled softly, genuinely, for the fifth or sixth time today.
Leon's goal was to get away from this man as quickly as possible, because he knew what would happen if he didn't. Unfortunately for his plan, the man said something that brought him to a sudden stop. He slowly turned to face him again, the little voice in the back of his mind screaming at him to leave, but he ignored it for the first time in a long time. After all, he needed to find this woman before it was too late, and this man was offering to help. There was nothing more to it he maintained his cold face and serious demeanor as he walked back up to the man's door. "Alright, where can I find her" he asked, the serious tone in his voice not faltering for a single second, despite the fact that his insides where screaming at him to act otherwise. He stared at the man, cold eyes piercing into his and he could feel his insides turning. He was trudging on dangerous territory but he couldn't make himself leave.