Arturo's mouth turned into a look of dismay. How could he have been so ignorant? Of course Lovi was the one who could see into the future, not Obscura. He would chastise himself later. As she lifted her glass without any visible means, he apologized profusely, sincerely.<br/><br/>He tried calming down as she spoke of her day but had little in the way of success. What a mess up. Only when she mentioned some of their own teasing her in the shower did his unfocused embarrassment wash away, replaced with a hint of anger, a dash of offense, and just the smallest pinch of jealousy.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">How improper.</span>", was all his muted scowl uttered.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">My day has been utterly uneventful. The crowds enjoy my music, yet are much more content to ogle at the beasts.</span>"<br/><br/>Arturo sighed as he took a sip of water that had no effect on his dry mouth.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">I could say the same for myself, I haven't been bothered by many of the crowd. They prefer to chase around the others, especially that Enzo, the womanizer he is.</span>"<br/><br/>The slightest hint of venom could be heard in his voice, though it was crushed under the eloquence of his manner and the silkiness of his speech.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">But that is of no matter. What brought a fine young woman such as yourself over to my end of the tent?</span>", he asks before taking another sip of his glass and motioning for another to replace Obscura's empty one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>