"Lorelei?" he put his hand to his chin, and scratched his whiskers, "Like the Scorpions?" He made a frightened face, "Or Styx!?" He put his heart on his chest, simulating a heart attack. He exhaled deeply, "Please, please, tell me your poor parents didn't name you after a song by such a god awful band."<br/>He cleared his throat, and chuckled. A middle-aged waitress in an apron came over to fill up her coffee, as Lorelei put it down on the table, empty, almost on command.<br/>He observed her every move with care, ready to catch her head if she passed out, hold her hair back if she threw up, or.. hold her shaking hands? No. He could see the worry in her eyes. What was she so frightened about? He tried not to think too much about it..<br/>She asked him his name, in a sweet, soft voice.<br/>He smiled, as his name slipped out naturally, in his businessman tone of voice, "Aaron."<br/><br/>((OOC: so sorry I haven't been around!! I feel like such a dick! I hope this post makes up for it. I've been super busy lately. Sorry!))