It was hard not to feel like he already knew how things were going to go before they happened. The fact that he mentioned her link to Adella felt as if he was inside her mind, but she guessed that was just the fact that he probably knew a lot about witchcraft, specifically the practices of seidrs like her. Of course, much of what she knew had come from the tome that Adella had crafted and if he had a hand in that, this was sort of like a student talking to her professor moments before the class started, unaware that she was engaging with an expert.<br/><br/>"Of course, I wonder. It's not every day you get to meet someone that knew your ancestor. The fact that her text spoke to me and then you confirm I not only resemble her but that there's something more to me...." she sighed. "I believe in reincarnation like all good like Norse witches do. If Adella died badly, that only makes it all the more likely her soul had more to do before her life was cut short. If that soul is now mine, then I suppose it's best I try and rise to that standard."<br/><br/>She did not get the sense that he was lying as he continued, he knew enough about her he could have easily manipulated the situation. A part of her wanted to be grateful for his blunt and honest approach, but something seemed to ache within her as he mentioned the part about him being interested in her. What was there to be interested in? She was a competent witch, to be sure, but nothing special beyond that.<br/><br/>Lane picked at her meal, but found she lacked a strong appetite. Instead, she watched with interested eyes as he continued. The moments passing between them reminded her of being a child and roller skating down a large hill. Everything was so exhilarating and she couldn't wait for one moment to pass to the next, but then came the fall. The moments that came in almost slow motion as she couldn't stop quick enough, couldn't avoid the scrapes and bumps that were coming, due to the amount of acceleration. A girl pursuing an advanced degree in Psychology should have known that words like "unstable" and "dangerous" were giant red flags he waved.<br/><br/>When he lifted his eyes to her again, it only confirmed what she already knew. This might be tragic or a trainwreck, whatever happened next with him, but it would be interesting. She wondered if he would deal as well if he some day lost her, like he had lost Adella. For some reason the thought of it made her stomach turn, to think that someone that seemed so fascinated with her would simply put her aside if she were to be torn from him. It was a tight twist of anxiety and existentialism, one she pushed away for the time being.<br/><br/>"Then we should go. I can start this grand adventure that's ahead of me." She said. "You can try to pay, but Viv isn't going to let you. It's only taken me a few glances to tell she likes you, so unless you want to offend her, just smile and put a good tip in the jar on our way out."<br/><br/>Sure enough, Vivienne had come up as the exited and told the cashier not to charge them. It was not something Viv did all the time, but it was her way of showing she cared. She liked to feed and care for the people she cared about. Vivienne had been about to ask about their date, when an emergency in the kitchen pulled her away, but not before she said she'd call Lane later. It obviously meant she wanted details, but Lane was glad for the fact that something came up at the moment.<br/><br/>"My apartment is just a couple blocks away, we can walk, as long as you promise not to pin me to any brick walls again." The words had meant to sound like she was teasing him, but instead, they came out heavy. "I don't remember any spell about immortal life, and I've read that book many times. Do you know something I don't know?"<br/><br/>She continued to lead him along city blocks until they met a building that stood back to back with her shop. The two structures were separate, but there was a clear pathway between the backs of both buildings, so they were easy to access. Inside the small building that she led him into was a rather homey looking place. It was well lived in, but definitely the kind of place that a witch would dwell in, complete with a black cat that dashed across the living room as she brought him in.<br/><br/>"It's a good thing Oberon is a shit judge of character, otherwise, I'd worry after the fact that he doesn't like you." She commented and gestured for him to continue to follow her. They walked through the kitchen, which was clean but not well used, and into a room that was actually larger than the living room and the kitchen. Shelves lined the walls, filled with spices, books and other ingredients that might prove useful.<br/><br/>Adella's grimoire stood on a book stand in the middle of the room, clearly a highlight among the other desks and furniture inside. "Have at it." She pointed toward the book. The pages were probably more yellow and tattered than the last time he had seen it. "And maybe tell me more about this ex-wife fo yours, that sounds like the kind of bedtime story I'd actually really find interesting."<br/><br/>No doubt, dangerous men like him attracted dangerous women. In spite of honesty, Lane still had two feelings that she could not shake. That he was holding something back from her and the insecure feeling that even though he had said he was interested in her, that he really wasn't. Or that it was just a passing feeling and she was not sure that was what she wanted. It was too easy to get attached, and though she found herself somewhat drunk on the thrills he provided, she knew the high would end eventually and after that would just be the crash.