the present now will later be past; methos (achanging) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
No, I'm not a sentimental man. [Lies, but he was so used to lying about his own nature that it sounded to be the truth, even to him. But if he weren't sentimental he'd still be able to listen to opera music or let Alexa be buried somewhere other than Paris just to be close to him. But he wasn't one to act sentimental.] My job was there. Now it's done, though, so I'm deciding where to move to. [That was more or less true. His things were all packed up in a new flat, and moving was in his nature. She had a point, too, that he had a lot of options now. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of moving to a new door. He wanted to escape the memories of his world for a while, and in a new door, there'd be no Game. No sensing other Immortals out for his head. That was way more tempting than beer.]
Montmartre? Do you prefer the basilicas or the nightclubs? [Nightclubs, he already guessed, from the bar here and the scent of the clove that she lit up that brought a genuine smile to his face. The scent was fresh and strong and natural; he liked it very much. He was a little confused when she said she couldn't get home, but there was nothing new about being surprised by something in this hotel universe crossover thing.] Terrible. I look like a flailing chicken. [Grin. Assuming she meant some sort of modern dancing. He sincerely didn't get that.]