<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">It wasn't often that Mikkel entertained another's company while meandering through exhibits, but he found Quinn's presence quite stimulating. If he had to guess, but he didn't suppose he had to, it had a great deal to do with the younger man's sense of agency. He knew where he stood, refused to be moved from it, and Mikkel suspected he would steadfastly defend it if necessary. There was an element of strength within him that he found fascinating.<br/>
<br/>
In a way, Mikkel supposed he simply enjoyed the challenge. If asked, he wouldn't say that he enjoyed breaking the objects of his interest from their norms - but he wouldn't outright deny it, either. Quinn was quite lovely to look at, as was his apparently fierce sense of independence. All the more reason, he supposed, to test the infallibility of his personality. As much as he could in one evening; tomorrow was never a given.<br/>
<br/>
"Ah. Searching for surprises in me is something of a tricky subject," he mentioned, and though the conspiratorial tone had left his voice, a gleam in his eyes indicated something that straddled the line of appropriate and untoward. "You may not like what you find. Though I suppose you're fairly safe in here, no? Plenty of wandering eyes to prevent that kind of thing."<br/>
<br/>
So said, hands folded behind his back, Mikkel gestured sidelong, beckoning the younger man to follow him as he fell into step, bound for an adjacent hall. "I must admit," he said as he walked, eyes ahead but his attention fixed on his companion, "I don't tend to take company along to museums. I find it distracting. Something you can relate to, perhaps?" A quiet chuckle. "One's preference for solitude doesn't escape me easily. I was of the impression you'd rather have been left to ponder the pieces in silence."</span>