<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Accepting the towel, Gensokian dried off some of the sweat from his body. Smelling the scent of lavender, he was almost intoxicated by it. Keeping focus, he found his clothes, and slowly began to work himself back into them. He started with his sword, strapping it over his back once more.<br/><br/>"I am very relaxed, thank you," he said rather sweetly. "I wish the same to you, as well."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div align="center">(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz360/aia_taino/Isabellestarter.jpg)<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">~Isabelle~</span></em></div><br/>Isabelle smiled softly and nodded. "I am very relaxed thank you." She finished redressing and fixed her hair, pulling those blonde curls into a loose ponytail. She flicked it back over her shoulder and moved over to him, slightly behind him, running her hand down over the sword. "So tell me exactly.. what is it that you do?"<br/><br/>She asked inquisitively. Perhaps if she shared.. she'd answer any questions he had. If any.