Casey found himself watching the way her face moved as she spoke.  He was listening of course, his eyes were just drinking their fill.  A proper romance.  He'd had flings sure, but he hadn't ever really entertained a full-blown romance.  His attention turned to the little greenhouse.  He'd overlooked it on his way in, and his brows rose.  "A green thumb, I see."  He mused.  "Here in the concrete jungle."  Back to his fiance.<br/><br/>"Well, for the boring work stuff,"  He said, drawing out the last word somewhat slowly.  "I'm a part-time Enforcer with the DMS.  Clearing out dangerous magicals so they don't step on the toes of folks who don't have the blessing of blasting to save them."  He rolled his eyes.  "Dad always said it would build character.  It just turned out that I was good at it besides.  So after I did a few tours overseas for the DMS branch over in the UK, I came home to do some more.  That -of course- means I've got to keep my magic sharp, and qualify quarterly for firearms safety and..."  He trailed off, shaking his head.  "Gods, I'm sure you're not interested in the nitty-gritty of the DMS."<br/><br/>He paused, trying to re-route his brain.  "I love traveling.  Seeing new places.  Exploring old places.  I love the woods, though I don't get out into them as much as I'd like any more. Our uncle used to take us on camping trips all over the country every summer.  There's this fantastic waterfall on the way out to Portland..."  He grinned, half-lost in memory.