<ul><span style="font-family: New Times roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Izzy and I met long ago, when the Dark King came to her town. I was sent to take his soul. I don't know what happened, although obviously we made it." </span></span><br/><br/>The man nodded and stared at Isolde for a moment. With Millicient mentioning the Black King, Sola could hear a hollow rumble inside his chest as it echoed in his ears. He tensed and then shifted in his seat, turning his face to glance at the busy streets. She also mentioned Isolde being part of that age. A dark age which has never been written in any history book. He shook his head and waved the subject off by taking couple sips of his wine. <br/><br/>The man was appreciating the company of the women and the child, until Millicient signaled that it was about time she took Arella to bed. Solas wasn't too sure if she would allow him back inside that apartment after the night. Let us assume she doesn't - then the man would be more than willing to understand. After all, he was not too sure if the idea of being close to the woman and her child was of the brightest.<br/><br/>Yet, he knew he had to keep an eye on the daughter until it was time to fulfil Millicient's wish.<br/><br/>As the female Fallen placed a kiss on his cheek, the man muttered a <span style="font-style: italic">â€˜You're welcomeâ€™</span> and lowered his eyelids, pushing a half emptied dish aside. He watched her depart and then sighed, lips forming a small smile. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''Well, I agree with you on the fact that she's beautiful.''</span></span> He chuckled and locked eyes with Isolde, taking one last sip. He picked up the bottle of wine and poured some more into Isolde's glass before serving himself.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''You know, when I asked you if you were some type of Vampire, I wasn't serious. To be honest, I was being sarcastic but hey, we've got nothing to hide now that I've learned something about you. You, Izzy, and I are pretty much alike. Yes, I did see you in Manhattan but I could swear I've seen you before that. We share something in common.''</span></span> The man paused and asked the waiter to bring them the dessert menu. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFBF80">''That something allowed us to survive the dark ages and be there to witness the evolution of the human civilization. Immortality, My lady.''</span></span>  Solas stood up and rounded the table, taking a seat next to Isolde. His expression sobered for a moment. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''Speaking of this aforementioned Black King, I must have seen you then. I simply can't recall correctly when exactly or under which circumstances.  Forgive me if I can't communicate more than what you should know, for now. What would you like for dessert?''</span></span> He looked at Isolde and smiled, handing her the menu.</span></ul>