His smile still hadn't met his eyes. It wasn't in his heart to truly smile. Though a flickering of warmth had shot throug him. So much cold and icy terrain existed within the contours of his person. It would be hard for a mere candle flame to warm such terrain within such a short period of time. He was happy they were taking a chance at extending a hand to each other. He hoped she would take a return step towards the light she saw in him. Even if he didn't know how it was there he wished to be her lighthouse beacon against the stormy night air.  He said nothing for a few moments. That wasn't the only reason. He had more things he could do. He blinked as she said is that all. "Its one thing..." He said softly. "A puzzle box of skills that are neither great nor small but still can be used for mighty deeds and lengthy falls." He said softly.<br/><br/>He looked at her as she said she expected him to a serial killer or psychopath. He shook his head. It was enough...what all he could do involving the skill he showed her...was just enough to make him hated. It wasn't just his parents. It was anyone who found out...save for her. He opened his mouth to say something when she held up a finger. He turned his head a bit trying to see or hear what she was. He turned back to se her face had flashed to serious rather quickly. He watched her listening and saw her eyes narrow. What was going on? He felt her switch her grip on his hand. Letting her pull him along even though he was confused. They went up and over the stage. His arm he stretched like rubber and reached back to the table. Snatching up her purse and whipped his arm back to straight at his side. He had a feeling she hadn't even seen it.<br/><br/>She pulled him through the curtains. Her heels making a light click clack click clack on the floor. Luckily they seemed to have come to carpet once they were behind the curtain a ways. He hurried to keep up with her. Her purse flying behind him so she probably hadn't seen it when she looked back. Then again unless she had xray vision it would have been impossible to do so. His hand behind his back. Though the strap was dangling a bit so maybe. Who had entered that had her so nervous? So hastened to leave this place? He had felt a feeling of dread take over and fill the area they had been just prior. He was confused but followed her faithfully through the service entrance. He looked at her as she put trash cans in front of it. At least that would let them know if someone opened the door. Give them time to put some distance between them and whoever they were fleeing.<br/><br/>He waited as she let out the breath she had been holding and leaned against the wall of the next building behind this one. "Its alright. I felt a feeling of dread and light doom enter the place where we were. It was like a cloudy day become hurricane stormy. Rapid and cruel windflow and dangerous cracks of lightning." He said softly. "Why? What is going on?" he asked. He watched her grimace. He had forgotten he held her purse in his hand. "We stick together...two flickering flames in a darkened night sky." He said softly. She hadn't even managed to get out the word seperate before he had cut it off. Falling silent the next moment as she continued.<br/><br/>The mentioning of the purse brought back the memory and realization that he had grabbed it even though they had already been going behind the curtain when he stretched his arm all the way back to their table. "No they aren't." He said softly. He produced the purse and rubbed the back of his head with his now freed other hand. "I told you that the skills I have bear many secrets and tricks of the trade." He said. He shook his head. "Staying together will help the Beauty and the Beast...break the curses which snuff out their dying flames." He said softly. "We hide together for the time being." He said finally. "I choose to stick with the first person who made me feel like I belonged in this world. So much and so many and so long has the Beast felt alone and discarded in a world he did not belong. The Beauty brought a feeling of belonging. The Beast wishes not to let go of that any time soon."<br/><br/>He looked at her. "Let us go and on the way you can tell me that from which we flee." He said softly. Taking her hand in his free one and pulled her along into the shadows. Guiding her into the fading darkness and through the city streets. Not caring who saw them together, hand in hand, as he got them further away from where they had been while making it a maze of alley's and passageways to whoever may or may not be following them. Slowing once they had a great distance between them.