Even though she threw a tantrum about manners, it appears she’s not so fond of the ‘ladies first’ concept and wordlessly asked him to lead her. The elements that bound him earlier disappeared, much to his chagrin. However, it meant that a more profound fun was to be had and so he’d lay low on being disappointed in the mean time. As they proceed on their way, the unknown woman all of a sudden asked for something she shouldn’t have.
His name.
Was it really that important? Humans and their desire to matter. Honestly, it was aggravating how he had to answer this very question each time he meets someone new. As if it was significant in the long run. He’s so used to calling people with names that aren’t theirs. So, why can’t they just do the same?
“Heh, trash huh?” She’s cute when she’s not being a total bitch. “Is that really the kind of name you’d prefer screaming and moaning in bed?”
{ ♕ }– “You're humorous,” she purred, as her lips curled into a condescending smile, “--I won’t be saying anything. I don’t expect to be satisfied by this.”
The noble gestured rudely to the stranger as she rolled her eyes. If she got this over with, she would be able to get her end up. Hopefully he was satisfied--because having him run away would make things so much more complicated.
Her heels clicked on the pavement as she walked, each step echoing the click click sounds from her shoes. It was silent momentarily as the strange couple walked, but once Espresso figured out words to fill the silence, she spoke.
“I’ll call you...Algea. No, do you prefer Perses? ...Perhaps that isn’t right either.”
Names were important--names were the thing that reminded you of the person. It reminded you that you must fear the being and tremble in its wake. Names were just as powerful as any other word.
And words were known as the mightiest weapon of all.
She crossed her arms as she walked with one finger placed on her chin--making her look thoughtful and intelligent. (It’s not like she isn’t wise, but the pose could be a new take on The Thinker if Rodin planned on remaking the sculpture...when he came back to life.)
“Mm--. I was never much of a fan of the Greek mythology. I have read many novels and research papers about the ancient Greeks. They are a whole different sort of group. Very pretentious yet so incredibly foolish at the same time. I wouldn’t want to meet one.”
Espresso increased her pace so she walked side by side with the slightly taller man. She looked at his eyes, and still saw the same hollowness inside of him--an undefinable void.
“...No. Maybe one of those names are fitting for you. Ares? You hardly qualify to be a god--but maybe that’ll stick.”
The noble cleared her throat, and she focused her vision on the road once more. She pointed to the hotel, very close by--only one block away. “Right up there.”
