His long and slender fingers reached inside the leather folds of the wallet, pulling out a 50 francs bill, which he gently placed into Rosie's palm, after he had slowly grabbed her small hand into his. With the wallet back into the coat's pocket, he placed his other hand on top of hers, sealing the money into her fingers.<br/><br/>"Keep the change," he said, once again smiling, and stopping for just a little to listen to her questions, his smile widened even more when he finally learned her name, "Your parents couldn't have given you a more fitting name, Rosie. Well, I'm..."<br/><br/>Another familiar scent reached his senses, and Aaron cocked his head to the side in order to confirm what he was already expecting to see. And there he was: young virility and hot blood. The sour scent of fear-driven sweat fools commonly mistook for courage. Zwielfelhofer's son. "...Aaron," he finally said, his face turning instantly bitter upon realizing the kid wasn't there for small talk.<br/><br/>He patiently listened to Theo's insults, his eyes narrowed as well and his mouth twisted into a fed-off, thin line of frustration. "You're out of your mind, child..." he said in a gentle, yet patronizing tone, "You must be aware that I could have you arrested for saying such things about me, don't you? I've already told the police everything I knew about your father, he was nothing but one of the benefactors to my charity work. Go ask them about it."<br/><br/>Although remaining calm while speaking, his inner spirit was growing impatient and angry. If the boy had suspicions already, he would soon need to change addresses... But if he absolutely had to, having a little fun before it wouldn't make anyone any harm.<br/><br/>Watching silently as the siblings struggled against one another, he couldn't help but smiling. He knew Rosie wouldn't leave his side, not after talking to him. In the early days of his existence, Aaron had been the thing lurking in the dark from which sweet young women like her had to be protected from. And they were right on doing that: when he took a liking of one of them, he would never let them go.<br/><br/>It wasn't exactly part of the tributes he charged, just one of the perks of being a god - his energy and mystery alone were enough to compel the susceptible ones into his grasp. It wasn't just for pleasure, though, nor cruelty: he gave them what they wanted, just like with the ones who payed them tributes. Any young women's tribute to him would be whatever she desired to give, in exchange of his company and his favor.<br/><br/>Aaron looked at Theo as he walked away, his eyes one more time narrowing, but the overall expression upon his face, right now, was more teasing than upset, "I wouldn't touch a petal of this sweet little rose, my dear boy... She'll get back to you, safe and sound."<br/><br/>And turning his hazel-colored, deeply expressive eyes back to Rosie, he listened to her words, delighting himself over her shy and sweet manners, "You don't have to apologize, he is just concerned... Can't say I wouldn't be doing the same, if I had a sister of my own."<br/><br/>His hand rose to the level of her face, his index and thumb gently lifting her eyes to meet his, "You shouldn't keep your eyes low so much... They're too beautiful to remain hidden, you should be proud of them" he said with the same soft-spoken tone from the first compliments, a sideways smirk outlining the shape of his lips.<br/><br/>Sparing a second glance to her basket, Aaron took in a brief inhale, a slightly mischievous smile twitching over his mouth. "Well... Would you help bring my purchase to my car, Rosie? I haven't parked that far from here, it's just a block or two..."<br/><br/>He placed a hand over her shoulder to point her the way, and started walking. "I've heard about your father, I'm really sorry for this tragic loss... At least now I know from where I know you: the charity dinner my organization threw, six months ago... You were there, weren't you?"