<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/e7K4KcN.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aidon Eus Thorne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15725041#msg15725041)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> William Westmancott Ultimate Bespoke Suit (https://i.imgur.com/2LB4nF6.png) <br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> December 1<sup>st</sup> | Around Noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Tartarus Main Lobby<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow White Waldeck in blue | Closed </span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Aidon didn't dwell on the arrival of Jafar or what business might have carried him here. From Jafar's own words alone it may have been exactly just to speak with Aidon. If Jafar had been surprised to see that he was currently occupied entaining a guest, Aidon was in truth no less surprised at his own action. The offer, like most of his, had various layers suiting his needs, wants though mainly to sate his growing curiosity about the young woman currently holding onto his arm even as they rose up in the elevator. Regardless, the day was certainly growing interesting and at least he had grown distracted from the earlier thoughts that had plaqued him. As Snow began to speak, he turned his head towards and fixed his gaze upon to politely listen.<br/><br/>“Please, you may call me Snow White… or Snow if you would like, I don’t mind.”<br/><br/>“And yes, my salon isn’t too far away from here, not exactly a hop and a skip, but quite close. When Loraina called, I had to drop everything and rush right over… I would do anything for Loraina Myles, after everything she has done for me… but anyway, that Jafar guy, I’m curious, you don’t happen to know any of the more personal details about that guy, do you? Majority of people I’ve ever heard his name from, they don’t really know a whole lot about him beyond his work reputation”<br/><br/>His lips curled upwards from that playful smirk into a bit more of a wolfish grin as he reached over with his free hand and placed it over on top of hers still on his escorting arm. Addressing the question about Jafar first, "He is a curious one, there are no doubts about that, though he and I only share a business relationship." His answer truthful, but in the game he played information was power and those few details that he had learned he wouldn't so willing offer up freely. "You and Ms. Myles are related?" he would inquire innocently enough, even in spite of knowing the answer full and well that they were not as the details of his regulars were very much known to him and while he knew Snow by name from that report, that very same report did not paint the picture even remotely to what laid before his eyes.<br/><br/>There was a part of him, a serious business side, that had seen the security feed of what his salon had done to one of his important patrons and then the after and was endlessly tempted to see about hiring Snow and bringing her into the fold of his business. After all, Loraina Myles had refined tastes and such a merge could only benefit him. He'd need more details though about her pricing models, may even if a serious consideration of offer was to be drawn up, consider relocating the salon on his property as to ensure they could draw in her own regulars still. Eyes fixed as they were though, contemplated /other/ sorts of pairings with her...sorts that were a far cry from that visage of business professionalism and etiquette he had maintained.<br/><br/>Only when the doors did open and that smell breached the sealed elevator that had carried them here did his head turn, inhaling deeply and almost seeming to visibly relax a bit more. The upper floors were always where he felt the most comfortable and the smell of his personal chefs work wafting from the restaurant was a welcome one to be sure. Of his three main holdings, only one was more /open/ to the public and it was not Tartarus. Lunch was quiet though, mostly only a few people here and there scattered through out as they conducted business lunches or were just simply, as Aidon might have called it, peacocking.<br/><br/>Course, not that he wasn't doing much the same in sense, he had brought Snow here for their lunch ...date. Though he felt it would be more expected of him to bring her here than take her elsewhere, and that taking her elsewhere given things might imply more than just some gesture of thanks. Stepping out from the elevator with her, he left his other hand on top of her own as he slowly escorted through the hall and into the Morning Fields proper. Leading to a more private area, and from the look of it was more his own personal stop within the establishment itself he would stop beside a chair. Taking his hand free he would just simply pull it out for her as he waited. The current table that was in this area was a smaller one and clearly changed out depending on such needs served likely and simply the duty of lunch. Menu's sat awaiting them and a small charcuterie board with various cheese, fruits, vegetables, crackers and lunch meats lay on the table already prepared.<br/>