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She thought about her answer as she chewed and swallowed the rich cake. Then washed it down with a drink. "My father. He was an architect. After caring for the horses every morning I would follow him to where ever it was he was working for the day. I always wanted to do what he did. I was fascinated by the things he would create. Though in this day and age I don't believe it would be called an architect. He created vaults, safes, prisons, that sort of thing."

The bourbon complimented the chocolate cake perfectly. "That's really good together," Morgan said, taking another bite of cake. "A builder. Were you close to your father? When was that? I mean... I don't think I've ever asked you how old you are." Not meant to be offensive, but being an immortal or supernatural being, she could be considerably older than him or even considerably younger. As he understood it, vampires didn't age.

"I was born in thirteen hundred eighty two." She isn't offended in the least. Most people don't ask, when they do it is hard for them to really understand. It's nice to be able to share that with someone she knows can understand what that means. "We had a small farm just outside of the town of Szentendre. It is located on the Danube bank at the foot of the Pilis Hills. Yes, we were very close. I was his shadow."

He grinned, it was nice to have someone who understood, "You've got me beat, by about 160 years. Fifteen hundred forty-two, London." He laid down his fork, letting Selene have the last bite of cake. "My father was a Protestant Minister. I think it always irked him that I wasn't his biological son." Which was the kindest thing he could say about the man who raised him. Morgan really didn't want to talk about his father though. He was more curious about her life. "Is Selene the name your parents gave you?"

"It is the name they gave me. Though in our native tongue it is spelled Szelené and pronounced Zelene. I don't recall my family name though, I have gone too long without it." She took that last bite and hummed her approval. It was good. While she didn't need it to survive, it always made her feel just a little more human to eat. Especially to share a meal with someone. Selene leaned into him, a hand upon his chest, lips still sweet from the cake she had just eaten she kissed him softly. "I do enjoy younger men."

"It's a beautiful name either way," he said as he watched her finish the cake. It suited her. He smiled into that kiss, and licked his lips when she pulled away. "I think I'll enjoy being the younger man," he chuckled. Morgan flagged down the waitress as she walked by and asked for the check.

"I promise I will make it a memorable experience." She teased. Selene traced the line of his jaw with a fingertip, then down the middle of his neck to his collar. He had always been a seductive and sensual man. She liked that about him. No hiding how he felt or playing coy. Selene didn't want coy. She would much prefer a man who was confident and wasn't afraid to take control from her. Her hand slid up to lay high on his thigh, right where his leg bent. Bumping her nose against his she playfully teased his bottom lip with her tongue. "I love the way you look at me, Morgan...and I would like very much for you to take me home with you. Or to the backseat of a car. I don't really care."

"My darling, you always make it a memorable experience," he loved her touch. Morgan paid their bill. They lingered in the booth a moment. Morgan nuzzled and kissed her, wishing he had driven his car. He would love to oblige her. "I didn't drive, but luckily, my flat is just a couple of blocks from here." He slid from the booth, drawing her with him. He opened the door for her and offered Selene his arm. They both walked quickly, his long legs making quick work of the short distance.

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Edited 2023-08-05 17:19 (UTC)

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we're in SWS, might need to move this!

No worries!