Women could be so easy. Not just to seduce, though that too, but just as creatures. They were the most complex of beings, yet the simplest at the same time. He could already tell that Cecilia was a bit naive, shy, looking out at the world more than participating in it.
Getting to one knee, Godric took her hand in his, kissing the tips of her knuckles. "Pleasure," he murmured, his voice rich like dark chocolate. "Cecilia. The patron saint of musicians. In Latin, it means 'The way for the blind'." Pulling up a chair from a desk, Godric sat beside her, not quite too close for comfort. "Perhaps you have led me here. I've only been in this room once before. Strange coincidence, being drawn here now, of all times." He looked into her eyes, at her delicate face, saying nothing but his gaze speaking volumes.