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We did? Are you sure it's tonight? I mean, I'm still wearing my pyjamas. [She wasn't, and it was hard to keep the laughter out of her voice. She leaned in to kiss his cheek in greeting.] Ready to sweep me off my feet?

Elektra. [he knows she's teasing, can always tell. But he'll affect stern anyway.] Picking on me? [his hand lifts to cradle her neck slightly at the kiss as he smiles.] Later on? I promise.

Matt. [She still couldn't keep from laughing, her entire act shot to pieces.] And me pick on you? Never. How could you ever accuse me of something like that. [She stayed close a moment longer as she nuzzled his cheek before pulling back with a grin.] Can't wait.

Please - you've been good at that since we met. [his voice softens.] And I wouldn't change it.

[it was refreshing a change and open. He smiled, tipping his head as she drew back, hand lifting to curl into her hair.]

Come here a second. [he drew her into a hug slowly. Just wanting to feel her there a moment.]

Are you trying to flatter me? It's working. [She moved back in to slip her arms around him and pressed a kiss to his neck before she rest her chin on his shoulder.] I feel like I should make a joke about not hugging on the first date, but you were always my exception.

..I'm sure that's a line from some tedious mainstream song?

[the only exception? But how true. Matt nuzzled briefly to her hair at the contact. Thankful she let him.] I'm taking you to dinner, you look perfect and we're not waiting anymore, alright?

[he laughs, taking her hand.] And I don't need to flatter you... you know it, deep down. Hm?

[He strolls right down the alley, clearly not giving two shits about possible dangers and smirks at Matt.] I think we did.

[he tilts his head.] Your choice of venue leaves much to be desired, by the way.

Ah I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Just gives you less room for tricks. [ and more room for him to do his own.]

No, you're not. [Matt barely tips his head, detecting the sinister intention laced in his words.]

Says you... I might have learnt a few more. [as he casually lengthens his stick out... taps his shoulder, smirking.] Let's dance.

[This go around Bullseye is far more prepared, because there is no way in hell the Church incident will be repeated.
He's on the top of his game, and twirls the knives he had stashed in the inner parts of his coat. The stick may be an annoyance but he's dealt with worse. The touching however is very, very unwelcome. Damn Devil always getting up in his space.]

[knowing how he was rubbing him up the wrong way, Matt thought it only fair and fitting. Taking a step back, he gives a slight nod as if in question.] Mmhm?

[Lester circles him, knowing full well he can hear his light steps, and smell the leathery aftershave on his skin. He's obviously toying with him, hoping the Devil will make the first move.]

[tipping his head a little, Matt was still smiling as he let him circle. And therefore sweat. He wouldn't make a move yet. Far too easy to read.] ...Hm. I see you invested in a rather tasteful choice this time. You earning top dollar lately since you've been out?

More then ever. [Oh he knew he was being played with, he knew. Some part of him found it amusing but the majority found it just as annoying as the rest of The Devil.] My skills are always in high demand.

Illegal, of course. [he remarks lightly, taking a few steps back...]

[Yep. She's blushing.] Uh, yeah... guess we did. I'm ready to go if you are.

Don't worry -- I may be blind, but I can still show you a good time. [because losing his sight did not equate to a loss in charm... or so, he likes to think. Matt isn't exactly self-serving. He just wants to be himself, and if that's enough for a woman? Great.]

I don't doubt that. [While Claire doesn't know Matt very well yet, she has to admit she's pretty charmed. Then again, he has the distinct advantage of having swept in and saved the day. She kind of has a thing for the hero type.

Stepping over to him, she shyly takes his arm.] Shall we?

[he places a hand over hers gently, squeezing.] Ground rule? No outing the blind lawyer's alter-ego.

I know a thing or two about alter-egos, so not to worry. [Though she isn't sure whether her ability could be considered an alter-ego. Still, the girl knows how to keep a secret, especially one that's not her own.]

I may be intrigued. [he tips his head with the smile.] But we'll talk over drinks?

[a pause.] Non-alcoholic.