[Izanami]

Ah there had been a long time since she had someone treat her like thus. It made her smile, inside at the simple gesture, a hand at her back, and a chair pulled out for her, that could make a girl think of home.

Izanami actually did bubble lightly inside, indeed she enjoyed her work because she was adored and called to be attractive and allowed to be as outrageously flirtatious as her heart contented, and when she said no, it actually meant no, and was enforced. Life was so very much different now, than it had been some eras ago. She confronted her fears near nightly, and had done so with the flirting elf had came upon her as she took a break to slow her heart and cool her skin. But it was nice, incredible so to have someone think her exciting, even if it was mindless flattery.

She had been Roxanna when they met, and still was in a way, she had invited Aratars’ gaze to take her in, and did not squirm or find it vulgar, in fact she gave a short laugh arching her back slightly before relaxing as Aratars’ gaze rose to her own and allowed part of the cloak to fall close again as he rested her face upon only one arm.

“Would I find you dull? It would be foolish to make a snap judgment on such a decision, but we are mortal, nothing lasts, and if it does, I suppose that would make us complete rakes. So, flirtatious, so flippant. I am curious, in your lifestyle. And indeed, a bit curious of you for you to choose your lifestyle.

As for choosing you for an escort, you were not drunk, nor had followed me from the tavern, and if I did not want your company and you insisted, you would be quiet bloody and on your way long ago. When given the choice, who chooses to dine alone compared to grand company?"