There wasn't a single moment Pearl felt her amazement roll off as the night progressed. Between the valet, walking in immediately, and then--best of all--Jasper suddenly speaking in French, when Pearl was asked if she wanted wine or something a little harder to drink, she held up a finger and immediately ordered a hard drink; believing the only way she'd get through the night was if she remained a little tipsy to settle her nerves. When the waiter walked away and Jasper's eyes were back on her, she couldn't wait for her drink to arrive soon enough. This whole night was already plenty for Pearl. They could have gone home right then and she'd be content, but she'd also forever wonder what other tricks and treats Jasper had in store for her.<br/><br/>"What... do I want to talk about...?" Pearl had to repeat the question as she pulled herself from her thoughts, shock, and awe. She straightened herself, suddenly remembering her manners and graceful tendencies as she unfurled the cloth napkin and placed it neatly on her lap. When she sat, the dress came up a rather convincing length along her thigh, so she was happy to cover it up a bit more with the napkin. When her little odds and ends were properly squared away, she looked back at Jasper, her cheeks still a forever shade of pink that wasn't going away any time soon. "Jasper, where did you learn all of this? Why have you remained single so long? I-I know you had Mala to focus on, but you're..." Pearl blushed heavier, pausing before deciding to let her manners go for a moment in light of how serious she was about the situation, "You're fucking amazing." She bit her bottom lip and forced her eyes to the centerpiece, reaching out to stroke the flowers, finding it no surprise they were all real and fresh and beautiful. Admiring them a moment gave her time to piece back together her mind before looking back at Jasper. "We're 10 mins into this date and already you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Jasper. I know my track record for kept lovers isn't exactly something to gloat over, but if you had this in you all along, how are you not swarmed with women?" Pearl was blinded by her own feelings and general outlook on life to realize Jasper was actually a really intimidating woman at first glance. "Regardless, I'm happy you've decided to show this side to me. I'm lucky, I really am." She reached for Jasper's hand across the table, her petite fingers stroking softly at the young woman's skin, admiring her namesake tiger stripes once more. She proceeded to fire off a series of typical questions--favorite color, movie, song--before the waiter showed up with their drinks and Pearl was visibly giddy at the thought of drinking something that could finally settle her nerves. She took a good swig of it, letting the alcohol burn down her throat, before looking back at Jasper. "Is there anything you want to know about me, Jasper?"