Arya smiled, happy that he said he would continue seeing her while he was here in the city. She started up the first game with a roll of her eyes.<br/><br/>"Classic my ass, you're just old, aren't you?" She questioned playfully and looked over at him. Then again... the things he has been saying things. Odd things, like not being cliche but classic. And his accent. He acted like he'd seen it all. And the scars on his body, they told stories of wars, not fights. Not to mention his references he made. Something was off about him. Like she had noticed at the club. Something about his soul, it sung in a certain way. It had an old sad and sweet sound to it. It called to her demon, she realized. It was why she had almost lost control. His soul called to her, but not like lost souls. Lost souls sang and screamed in angony and despair. His soul's song didn't sound like that, but it didn't sound like normal souls either. He was something else, what? She didn't know.<br/><br/>It made her extremely curious about him. She wanted to know what it was. But she wouldn't push it. She'd let him decide where they would go. She would show him a good time while he was in town. That's what he wanted, and it sounded good to her. But she was still a girl. And a demon one at that.<br/><br/>"Ready for this?" She asked as the game finished loading. She didn't even realize that there could have been a double meaning to it.