["Alwin Anguish"] -- [Dome Lobby] -- [Still Eyeing Lillith..]<br/><br/>Ah, so he<em>did</em>catch the fancy dame's attention. A slight, polite nod of the head was given to her, and seeing her start to deal with the chap at the front desk, he shifts his attention to the large, packaged Golden Harp that still sits by his side. Opening the case up, just to kill time while waiting for Roxanne, really, a handkerchief is whipped out to polish away at the instrument, wishing it to be in pristine condition when it's finally presented to the customer. Alwin heaved a deep sigh of relief at seeing that while the trip here was rather bumpy, there was no damage inflicted to the Harp. No bumps, scrapes, scratches or anything. Good.<br/><br/>His ears pricked, though. From plenty of years of instinctively slipping away from the law, he could feel someone's eyes on him, and that someone's presence coming ever closer to him. Instead of seeking out a way of escape as he is much accustomed to, he turned around smoothly, thinking that it's Roxanne at long last and wore his most winning smile....<br/><br/>It took all of his wit to not have his eyes gape at Lilith in surprise. Going quite still for several moments to process the surprise and follow through with her expectant gaze, and her offered hand, it is taken in that most courtly manner with that roguish flair that has never failed with the fancy ladies. He did however, wonder if it'd work with this dame, too. Bowing forward to brush his lips gently against her gloved fingers, he regains his posture and blinks a little in surprise at how this lady so happened to know his name. Granted, he was quite the little-known Music Merchant and would certainly be pleased to know that people could start to know of this new identity of his, but it<em>was</em>quite unnerving to have her know it. He couldn't put a finger on the reason why.<br/><br/>"Why, yes, m'lady Lilith," Her name rolled off his tongue in a gentle, soothing purr. "A most distinct pleasure, indeed." Alwin looked quite amused, and yet flattered that she'd offer him to escort her to the main guest area, but he'd rather not offend the owners of the establishment - he didn't even know if he was permitted to wander anywhere else other than the lobby, and he<em>did</em>have his Golden Harp, large as it is sitting beside him.<br/><br/>He smirked a little though, when he was inquired of, so blatantly if he was a 'potential gentleman caller'. Of course he was! Who else wouldn't want to be, unless he was the sort who preferred to bugger boys? He felt a twinge of disappointment though, when he had to convey the unfortunate news to her.<br/><br/>"Alas, m'lady, I'm afraid I cannot - I'm not even given permission to go anyplace else than this fair Lobby. Unlike you, I am not quite a guest, you see."