Moon visibly relaxed and smiled when Marcus told him he wasn't just here to rag on him for being an "insult to the sport" like some other pilots would do from time to time. The Korean man knew how to handle it, but it didn't get really tiresome sometimes and he just wished they would stop. "Well, that was very sportsmanlike of you, Mr. Nielson," he commented, knowing that even among the successful pilots, it wasn't too common to find those who acted in a friendly manner toward their competition. "So, uh...what brings you to this part of the city today? Do you live near here or something?" Moon asked, trying to act as respectful as possible toward the more capable pilot as possible.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Montresor pulled up and waited at the gate of Illyria's estate at about six-thirty, as they had designated after he insisted that they go out to dinner before the movie so they would have a chance to actually talk. Thinking it inappropriate, he hadn't come on his motorcycle this time. Instead, he just came in a red, luxury, four-door car, not a cheap one, but not all that expensive either, which still allowed him to get around fairly fast. Wanting to look a little more presentable than usual, he came in a nice set of tan trousers and navy blue shirt, keeping his hair styled in the same manner as normal since he didn't want to appear to be overdoing it. All in all, he was slightly more nervous and cautious than he was on other dates for some reason, with perhaps one of the reasons being that he knew the reclusive woman deserved to have a good time for once.