Even when his beloved soul had returned to the waking world, he had kept himself busy by interacting with different women. He had been called a freak before when he told an interesting female of his<span style="font-style: italic">condition</span>. "Thank you. I'm very grateful for that. Others have not been so open to dealing with my allergy." He smiled at her to show that he understands what she's trying to say.<br/><br/>They spend the rest of their meal in quiet conversation. Amsu feels very relieved that he had got his affliction off his chest. Once they are finished eating and waiting the bill Amsu ventures to put forth one other idea. "Although it doesn't play classical music, I do know this place that has a wonderful in house jazz band. That night is young if you don't want to retire yet." He smiles and sticks his credit card into the leather folder the waiter had placed on the table.