“You’ve obviously never been to a party with me,” he shook his head, trying to tame his smile to fake offense but failing after just a few moments. Moments lasting about the same time like the glance that flicked to the woman’s lips. “Ah, I’ll be sure to send them a thank you letter along with the wedding invitation.” Another chuckle got through before he clicked his tongue. “August is a name so many Roman emperors held, it comes with some kind of dignity, you know? Dignity I obviously don’t posses.” His light voice was mixing with laughter as he spoke. “Yeah, alright, that’s definitely the better option. Though it sucks, because in that case I really ought to avoid theaters. That’s not going to work.” He folded his hands around the cup. “Ah, spasibo. No, they didn’t, they still insist on calling me Algernon. Probably it’ll take a breathtaking woman like you to convince them Algy sounds much less like a name of seventy year old banker.”
“Mm, suppose we’ll just have to change that then, won’t we?” Elle suggested with a grin hinting at the edges of her lips. She then laughed at his next words, “wedding invite?” Elle asked, her brow arching high in question. “Gee, take a girl out for dinner first,” she teased gently, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, the other reaching for the mug as she took a sip. She looked at him from above her cup and smile slowly spread across her lips, “I personally find dignity overrated. I mean, it almost kind of goes hand in hand with snobbiness, doesn’t it? I’d rather have Honest Abe than Dignity-...ness August..?” Elle grimaced lightly at her own words then chuckled softly, grinning, “I’m glad to hear you enjoy the theatres, I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” She then shook her head, pursing her lips to stifle a laugh. “I’ll try my best, though I think you’re overestimating my charm just a bit.”

















