When Loretta had first dubbed him romantic, she didn't realize how right she was until she heard him launch into a poetic description of his sense of smell, then zero in on her. Newborn child? Pure? Colors of the rainbow? If she wasn't so mesmerized by the man speaking, she would've laughed. Of all the answers she expected from him, that was not it. "<b>Thank you,</b>" she said with a smile, letting her lips brush against his chin just the slightest. "<b>I may not have a nose like yours, but I know you're special as well." </b>An understatement.<br/><br/>It seemed that she was not the only one playing the game. His fingers grazed hers just slightly on their journey just as the tavern door swung upon loudly. Her eyes met one of the patrons that had glanced their way. She and Erebus were enveloped in dark, but for a second, her eyes glowed red. It was just a second though, making the drunken man who had been speaking of a monster earlier wonder if his imagination had too much to drink. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in before opening them again to reveal the same hazel that she had donned before entering the tavern in the first place.<br/><br/>"<b>Seems like it's bedtime</b>," she thought out loud, her left hand snaking over his to rub small circles with her thumb. Her eyes flickered towards a window, catching movement inside. The establishment wasn't completely dead, but it hadn't been nearly as rowdy as when they had escaped outdoors.