At that he laughed, and accepted her offer to accompany her into the museum. He was looking forward to seeing all the gaudy and weird sculptures and figures today. Maybe he would see the human body in a whole new way, as a creative, productive machine capable of limitless imagination.
And not as a collection of blood, fat and muscle that could barely hold it together against one small, sharp knife in the right place. But he was not thinking about that. He was not. He was thinking about reacquainting with Ariadne.
"So, it's been a while," he said as they bought their tickets and went in. "The world has changed as much as people have. Some things stay the same, though," and he winked at her, giving her a quick once-over.