<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Roman</span></div><div align="center">(http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j447/octopusdreams/Roman/sportycallum1-1.jpg)</div><br/>He smiled at her stutter. There was some thing endearing about her stutter. He gave a light laugh, "I've been dealt far worse, girly, I think I can handle getting stabbed with a fork," he assured her. "It's not even that bad," he said. "Can I ask you some thing?" he then said, his tone becoming a little serious now as he looked up into her eyes.<br/><br/>He smiled when she said she was fine and that it wasn't uncomfortable now, "Well, I'm sorry I frightened you," he said to her. He was happy to see her smile, "Have you ever been around some one like me?" he asked her, "A street rat," he called himself. It was true- Roman was a street rat, he knew it and others easily saw it just by the way he acted or talked.<br/><br/>"Hai- anata ga kinishinainara. (Yes- if you don't mind.)," he said, "I'd like that." He sat up, watching her, "Do you remember what made you want to be an artist?" he asked her quietly, eyes some times trying to salvage any glimpse of her body under that robe that he could get. Before long, Aki seemed to really get into her art and Roman didn't try to catch those glimpses any longer, instead in awe with her movement, the way she looked at her art and worked on it... He didn't say any thing, instead simply watching, a look of desire and admiration in his eye, as if she were some exotic creature.