The two walk back through the streets, this time her arms are wrapped around his. They enter the white building and walk towards the elevator that takes them up to the top floor. "You won't know this being a hunter but us warlocks are paid in bucket loads by the vanguard.. I don't even know why but I'm not going to turn down free glimmer" He opens the door with a wave of his hand, the penthouse lit by moon light as he slides his finger up a smart screen on the wall that sets a low light around the flat. He walks to the mini bar and grabs a bottle of vintage wine and a pair of glasses, bringing them over before pouring and suiting on the comfy sofa.

[i]"wow! This place is amazing..."[/i] [b]she looks around in wonder, amazed by the luxurious apartment.[/b] [i]"you're so nice..."[/i] [b]she smiles at him, the blush on her cheeks becoming even more apparent.[/b]

He laughs softly at her compliments. "I'm a warlock sweetie, you should expect nothing less than a gentlemen" He taps his glass against her before drinking, gazing into her four eyes from behind the glass and red liquid.

[b]she gazes back with her eyes, which burn with a passion, with light and emotion. She smiles as she sips from her glass, one of her hands still holding his.[/b]

"I'm quite amazed by the transfer of dark to light in you.. Do you no longer ginger for ether?.. Is it something else you desire?.." The warlock uses his curiosity to flirt with his words between sips, his body growing more care free with the increasing levels of alcohol.