<span style="font-family:Philosopher">He was standing in front of a piece of lorica armor, the kind that Roman Legionnaires wore after the Marian Reforms. For a piece dating almost two thousand years old, it was in remarkable condition simply because James had shown it so much love over the years. How could he not when it had led him to where he was then? It hadn't been the piece he had worn when he had counted himself as a member of the Legions; that armor had been left to rot in the sands of North Africa. However, it was still something that reminded him painfully of his time in that illustrious company,"I've traveled the world, Miss Williams," as he spoke he ran an affectionate hand over the plates of the lorica armor before he turned around to face her,"and I'm an avid collector. I spend quite a bit of time going to auctions across the world."<br/>
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"You're welcome." He said brightly, clasping his hands behind his back and trailing over to her side to view at the words Luka had scrawled in his notebook. It was in Russian but it was yet another language he had mastered in his many years. Perhaps not one of his favorites, not like the flowing romantic French or utterly precise language of Mandarin. It was still steeped in history as much as his favorites and thus as thoroughly studied as the others. He reached over and trailed a finger across one of the passages."Ah yes. He describes helping a pregnant woman in breach here. She died but he was able to save the baby.." He smiled and gestured towards the whole of the displays."Oh, I am sure I do. You are more than welcome to explore. Please don't hesitate to touch. After all, what is the point of history if you cannot immerse yourself in it?" This close to her and he could almost feel the flow of blood in her veins. The sound of the blood rushing through her veins sounded like he was standing next to a waterfall and it made him incredibly hungry. He had to put his hand over his mouth to hide the possibility of his fangs extending at the taste of her in the air.<br/>
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He quickly stepped away to view a bronze age sword, supposedly recovered from the sands of Troy. In reality it was newer, relatively speaking, dating back to the Early Classical period of Greece. He faked a cough before he removed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands idly. As inhuman, he had often learned to fake the gestures of mortals such as coughing, sneezing, fidgeting, etc. It allowed him to blend in more completely. Returning the handkerchief to his pocket he turned towards her."Take your time. Anything you see that will aid your research please do not hesitate to borrow." </span>