Montresor smiled widely as he came to the door and met Illyria all prepared for the evening. She may have been a little overdressed, really, but that just seemed to be her normal style, and he couldn't deny that she looked very beautiful like that. It didn't matter that much, either, since his mask would draw a lot more attention than her dress. "Good evening, Illyria," he stated in return, taking her hand and kissing the back of it in a formal gesture he hoped she would appreciate. "Are you ready to go?" the pilot then asked as he lifted his head. Even with the kind of money he made, he doubted he could take her anyway expensive enough that would really impress someone like her, nor be suitable for a first date, so he had decided the safest bet was to take her to try a kind of food she probably didn't have very often. In this case, Mediterranean food, which he hoped she would enjoy.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"Ah. I just work a few blocks away," Moon replied with a shrug, leaving out the part where he couldn't afford to live in a nicer part of the city, even with the extra money he made by still working at Don Alberto's on his off days from mech-fighting and repair. "So I guess your own preliminary matches are going well, then?" he asked, genuinely not knowing since he never actually bothered to follow what was going on with the other league members. He only recognized Marcus in the first place because of an ad he had recently seen by one of the man's sponsors that featured his face.