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I like drinking good wine at gallery shows and I buy a lot of it. I'll admit, I don't really understand it.

People like pretty things, pretty arm candy, flashy cars in their drives, trinkets t' put on shelves or art t'hang on walls. It all tells a story. When I finally decide t'have another open show, I'll let ya ken. Y'can come drink all the wine and champagne.

[Of course, being famous in those sorts of circles was likely closely linked to the reason Isaac wouldn't really have ever been close enough to smell him. However, the whole alpha demeanor was making him a little nervous, especially since this wasn't his alpha.]

Not really. Something just seemed off. That's all.

You've just described me to a T. Spoiled rotten. This is what happens when you are an only child with parents to busy to give you real attention.

I'll be there. I'll even buy something.

Y'certainly seem as if y've no trouble gainin' the attention of others despite the lack of it from your parents.

Y've not even seen m'work. I could be terrible.

Don't you know any better, son? Nobody teach you to cover that smell up? [Ash had a gift, the scent of man, to fool humans into believing he was one of them. To keep suspicions and delirium at bay.]

No. Why?

[He assumed this man meant the wolf-like scent, but Isaac assumed the only ones who could identify it would be other werewolves, who likely knew him for what he was regardless.]

Never tried to get attention until I got a lot older. Spent most my youth with Gramps.

Maybe you are, maybe you're not. [He shrugged.]

You run around smelling like that and you'll scare folks. Christ.

And now ya collect pretty things and get all the attention y'could ever want? Are y'parents still about?

[Noah smirks, amused.] An' mayhap y'll see a nice big work of art on the wall somewhere, see the name N. MacGreggor down in the right corner and decide m'so talented ya must have some of my work. It could happen.

They can't smell that. Can they? They never seemed to notice before.

[Granted, most people found him creepy, but that was probably because they knew he worked at a graveyard. Besides, they definitely didn't seem to be afraid of Erica.]

Something like that. Lost them some time ago. Just me, a lone wolf.

It could happen. I'll keep my eyes peeled.

Me too, aye. Family's all gone.

Right now I make just enough money by word o' mouth. An' I'm incredibly shy in person so... always takes me a bit t'get an open showin' put together.

Sorry to hear that, man. Just gotta make lemonade.

Shy huh? Is that an artist thing?

Probably not an artist thing. I've met plenty who were much more personable an' excitin' than I am. It's just me.

Hard time believing your shy when you go out of your way to talk to a stranger. I'll let you have it and won't argue though. [He smirks.]

Well I found your comment interesting, Mr. Cromwell. D'nae expect the man that came with it t'be quite so easy to speak to.

First of all, Ash, call me Ash. Making me feel pretty damn old. [He laughed.] Second? Are you calling me easy? I am. Just had hoped I wasn't so obvious about it.

No one ever got a little spooked around you?

Ash. [Now his skin is rose flushed and warm.] Aye. I mean nay. I was just... Alright, d'nae ken how t'answer that.

I'm damn impressed. Didn't think Irishmen could blush.

How does it feel t'learn somethin' new, despite its uselessness?

Always good to keep learning. No matter how useful the information might be.

Good. M'glad I'm not borin' ya thus far.

How could you be boring? I'm a California boy, born and raised, it's fun just sorting out your accent.