The kittenish tone in Analise's voice sent a little shiver of delight down Salai's spine making him miss a little of what she said to him. "It's down two blocks and then we take a right,"  he answers the bit he caught of what she asked. His head bobbed up and down as she some of her academic career and subsequent endeavors even as hey voice trailed off as her memories wash over her. He gives her time with them, setting an easy pace as he leads her down the street. Every once in awhile his hips or thighs brush against hers in a casual caress whose heat lingers on the skin.<br/><br/>In no time at all they were infront of an entirely nondescript doorway with nothing to mark it as something special. He rapped at it with the back of hand, tapping out a complex rhythm and the door opened inward of its own accord. Doing so revealed a space that looked like an old world tavern complete with wooden booths, plaques and trophies on the wall, a gorgeous wooden bar and a roaring fireplace at the far end of our. The floor had sawdust strewn about it and the whole place has a charming, homey feel to it. Those gathered here had that passionate, creative air artists, dreamers and madmen possess, but n the best possible way, of course.<br/><br/>Salai paused for a moment to let Analise soak it all in before leading her to a free table by the fire and waved over a buxom, ginger haired waitress with pale skin, an unruly mass of freckles and a cheeky smile. "Sweet Maggie, a pair of your autumn lagers, hummus, and menus, please," he said to her as he invited Analise to take a seat. He slipped in alongside her and said with a grin, "all I promise, I deliver." He shifted so that they were intimately close without crowding her and draped an arm lightly around her waist.