Listening to Yinnie respond, he lost himself in her words for a moment. The difference being is that he didn't lose sight of what she was saying, it was just one of those moments where everything else faded away and he forgot that he was on the set of the movie. In public no less, and supposed to be having a somewhat professional conversation with a colleague. Instead, all he wanted to do was learn more about her. There was not an immediate physical reaction to her words, but Dante's eyes seemed to light up in approval at her talking about her family life and her personal love of Star Wars. A woman with this many physical talents<i>and </i>she was still a bit of a creative nerd and a lover of people? He was stunned by that revelation, in the best way possible.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"That is positively adorable, imagining you playing Star Wars with your sister. Your twin, no less. I <b>still </b>love Star Wars by the way, totally not afraid to admit it."</span>It wasn't that he hadn't heard her compliment on his service record either. He was just delighted to learn those little things about her.<br/><br/>As she stepped closer to him, narrowing the space between them. He responded in kind, stepping a half-step closer and keeping his posture open. He didn't, but it was as if he wanted to pull her into a hug. For Dante, there was an undeniable draw that made him want to be close to her. For now, it hadn't formed in his mind consciously but it drove some of his actions and fueled his body language responses to hers.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"> "No, no Yinnie. Not at all! It just sounds like a dream. Dreams we all have, just because we realized we can have the impact or achieve the goal of our dreams in a different way. That doesn't make it any less amazing, or cheesy."</span>Flashing her a smile, slowly leaning in close as the smile faded. He brought his mouth to hover over her cheek, close to her ear as if he was about to tell a secret. The volume of his voice was lowered a few octaves.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"But if this double for the lead in this movie <i>does</i> get you Batgirl someday. <b>Don't</b> let them die your hair platinum blond. Even though Barbara's hair was blond in the comics, I think your dark hair looks great."<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He nodded as his head pulled away, the faintest hint of amusement still lingering at the corners of his mouth. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"I mean that."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> His voice returning to it's normal volume. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"Olympian, martial artist and a potential hero on my hands? I think you might end up co-teaching this class with me later." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">The words meant to both tease and compliment at once. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"Hearing about your passion is inspiring, I can feel it when you speak. I'm.. so glad we met today and that we'll get to work together again this afternoon. See you then?"<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He lingered for a moment, seeking to give her an opportunity to respond. It didn't seem right to cut the conversation so sharply without at least leaving her time to speak before they departed. Dante also didn't want to crowd her, she'd mentioned looking forward to working with him later after all. <i>"Maybe she has something to do before then?"</i>  The question spoken in his mind, not aloud. After all they were at work, and she did have a different schedule then he did. He took a half-step back and another, more or less opening the proverbial door for her to shift out and leave if she wanted. Even starting to turn his hips and torso a few degrees.</span>