Re: promenade ; elevator
"Si." Regardless of whether or not Italian had been his native tongue before it was now, and the charm of the language was certainly a bonus. Even his English was accented, a mix of roughness and culture, streets and money. "Do you?" The assassin was pleased, audibly so, and he took her hand in his as a gentleman should when she extended it. "Speak a word or two," he entreated, his lips brushing over her skin in a feather-light kiss a moment later. He had killed men, yes, many of them, but he had sworn not to hurt the innocent and so he would do her no harm.
His footing held when the elevator jerked, though he looked up with the shadow of a frown crossing over what was visible beneath his hood. It barely lasted a second or two, however, and he was certain that he could escape should it come to that. He had freed himself from tighter situations in the past, after all. This would be nothing at all. "I'm glad," he said, of her not being offended, though he had never met a woman who wasn't ever offended at least once. Many he knew, in fact, took offense at the slightest of missteps. Either she was lying, this woman, or she was simply unique.
Sickly sweetness and beauty did not equate to Baby, and a wry smile tugged at his lips. Beneath that there was unease, though it was not visible, and he did not step back when she moved closer. "I suppose. It is endearing, but you are too beautiful for such a word." Too close to death, too, though he did not say that aloud. As for the ship, he had little basis of comparison; the ships he'd boarded in the past were for necessity, not leisure. "Wealth, yes. You think it romantic too?" There was teasing in the words, and a smile to accompany it.