Analise's voice almost purrs as he pulls her close; hanging on to his every word once again. "That's very interesting, I'd love to hear more.  Where is this place with the fireplace?" she asks, walking with him closely.  "Professor, you say?  I use to attend university, a long time ago--journalism major.  I was an editor of a small publication back in New York City and it flopped.  So I do freelancing here and there to keep a roof over my head.." her words trail off, as she remembers what her past was like.  Analise had power and was respected and it all went south when she first discovered the finely cut white powder that soon ruined her success.<br/><br/>Her voice clears and Analise gives Salai her undivided attention.  Instinctively, she leans into him as they walk down the dark street; most of the people that were scattered in the neighborhood have since left and it was just the two of them; the blonde-haired girl and dark complected man.