Mute was unsure why but he was enjoying Sarah's company. He opened his eyes just in time to see her cheeks held a reddish pink hue. Yet he doesn't comment upon it. Not yet anways. "Your welcome. You must hang around the wrong type of guys Sarah." he says softly. No purr intentional but it kinda snuck its way in there anyways. He opens his eyes. "Your eyes are beautiful. Sparkling with life." he says softly. "A natural sparkle...is a rare thing Sarah."<br/><br/>He resumed looking at her. He was being himself. Nothing more. He felt a way he hadn't felt in an extremely long time. Yet that made him feel fear inside. If he let her close...she would meet the same end as his fiancee...right? Like had happened so many times over the years. Should he let her close and risk it? Or keep her away just enough that she would be safe? He selfishly wanted to pull her close and kiss her senseless. Yet he withheld from doing.<br/><br/>He gets a small smile on his face. She was beautiful. He wanted to ask her out. Take her on romantic dates. Write and play her love songs under the pale moonlight. Yet she wouldn't allow it...right? No more accurately he was afraid to do so. He had phantoms in his past that loved to tear things apart. Steal the life of those he lets near. He closes his eyes to hide the fact he was fighting an internal battle.<br/><br/>Then she spoke again. He looks at her. "It is when you have nowhere else to go. Nowhere else to be. Nothing else to do." he points out. He looks at her. "Here I have no worries about the cops taking my stuff and arresting me." he says softly. "I makes swords and guns Sarah. Cops and law enforcements...HIGHLY...frown upon such things. At least without a license..." he points out.<br/><br/>He ends up blurting out before he can stop himself. "Would you like to go somewhere for dinner? I make a mean lasagna...or any other Italian, Oriental, or Mexican dish." he says. Looking at her. "Er...would you?" he asks. His actions alone said he was out of practice with this sort of thing.