Aaron offered the same respect he was given. He listened cooly, and to every word. His eyes following each of her actions. His eyes glanced casually to and away from here hand. Interesting how this magic shit worked. Losing your hand, just to be able to get it back. It took Aaron more to follow it, but with Oberon as a friend… magic was just a thing you got use to. That man was insane, and the magic just flowed off him like water.
While her story wrapped up, he glanced over at a table who was just staring at them with disbelief. Aaron looked at the couple, of richy snobs. There was a simple snarl as he barked. “Oi. You got something on your fucking mind, or do I need to smack some manners into that thick skull?” Aaron leaned over some. “If I will destroy a nation, what would I not do to you.” With the other couple significantly minding their own business, Aaron offered his attention back to Acantha where it belong.
He offered no apology because she deserved respect, especially from some silver spoon sucking fuckers. “Not everyone, in fact you’re the first to fully understand a fragment of what I’m talking about.” Aaron started. “Being labeled the worst of the worst after giving my life to a nation.” It was obvious that there were certain parts of him that fought with his decisions. He had fought against treasonous individuals… just… like… him. Killed them immediately.
Then he became one of them, and further. He really was going to hell.
Aaron took a deep breath looking to the wine on the table. He didn’t even particularly like wine much. He picked the glass up, and just swallowed down the liquid. Three swallows. He looked to his date and tilted his head some. Examining her carefully, his horror filled eyes staying on hers as if he was attempting a conversation with no words.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked suddenly. “I’m not sure if this is obvious or not, but…” Aaron’s hand gestured to what he was wearing. “This isn’t particularly me, and I have a very distinct feeling it’s not quite you either.” With a smile, he offered his rough hand out to her to take. “Lets… lets just go do something that’s more… us.” --
Acantha did nothing more but watch Aaron threaten the couple. To her, it was rather funny. That couple reminded her of the classist assholes she’d met, and it was always a fun treat to watch them get put in their place. She appreciated his respect. She felt a true mirror between the two of them when it came to that respect.
Then he offered to leave. Acantha looked him over, then at the table, then down at the menu that was full of fancy cursive letters and complicated words. “I happen to like wearing dresses.” She replied with a curve of smile forming across her lips, “But. You are right. Fancy dinners never suited me either.” She took his hand and allowed him to escort her.
“So where did you have in mind Vanguard? What is more you?” She asked as they left. She briefly wondered if he’d ever stop hiding his real name. Especially now that he told her Vanguard was a call sign. It wasn’t hard to feel the relaxation in the air as they passed the waitstaff. She was used to that feeling, but it slipped passed her as she looked up at Aaron. “It is left up to me I will say hard alcohol and bar food.” She warned in advance. She was still a pirate at heart and she would happily fall into the stereotype of shady port pubs, liquor, and sea shanties. After all she’d been drinking since she was seven, not that it was hard core that young of course.