<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div class="floatleft">(http://s13.postimage.org/tbe7h5cgz/007.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rome Ivos Dotson.<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Defense against the Dark Arts Professor. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Forest.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Athena. <br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">His words were not meant to be patronizing, as in fact he meant every single word. Not once had he interfered with a woman's choice of clothes, knowing that is basically a cardinal sin when it came to them. There were some unspoken boyfriend and lover rules for dating, and one of them was to simply agree with everything she wore and say that it is completely beautiful. One could have favorites, but she looks good in all of them despite and against your opinion if you wanted to maintain a happy, teasing relationship. Besides, he did not think he would complain much about her sense of fashion. Clearly she picked out something that was perfectly casual and yet teases him to no end, and presses against every curve of her body rather perfectly, he completely loved it and would not have picked something better himself. So simply, he nodded with a handsome smile. "I agree." he spoke confidently while they walked to the door. <br/><br/>The small act of opening the door for her was more playful than proper. He was more than aware that she was capable of opening it herself, but he did it in a psuedo-dramatic way that was almost cheesy and bound to bring a laugh from her lips. Yet, what he received was much, much more intimate, as her hand smoothly ran across her his cheeks and lips in thanks. It brought a rather bright smile to his lips, as he shut the door behind them and they entered the restaurant. A waiter showed them the way to their booth, which she had picked out herself. It was by the fireplace, tucked away a little more from the rest of the booths, high backs to protect them from sight, a candle on the table, a rose in a narrow glass vase sat at the middle of the table. The lights were dimmed to highlight the orange fade and red fade the resturant emitted, from the fire in the fireplace and the red coloring of the booth's back. It was a perfect little romantic table, seemingly hidden and waiting for the both of them.<br/><br/>The booths were more circular than squared, with the table in the middle and the seat forming a semi-circle around the table. There wasn't much of an option for him to sit across her, and he thought it was for the best regardless. Sitting across from her was a little more proper, and with the mood they were in now he was feeling more teasing and intimate, knowing that the scene would give them a million chances to explore their teasing further, to push limits, to continue their intimate displays without any interruptions. So he slipped beside her, sitting close enough that their thighs and legs touched, his head tilting towards her to give her a charming smile. <br/><br/>"Nice little place, hm? Admittedly, you're the first woman I've brought here." He had a sincere smile on his face as he looked at the napkins and menus, almost a little embarassed at that. Yet, before he could speak further, the waiter came along and gave them a small smile before asking what they had liked to drink. </span>