If Anton was surprised at Angelina's approach, he didn't show it. Silently, he thanked the gods for a calm nature. See? How on earth could he have snapped and done something so horrible as murder? He brushed the thought from his mind as he brushed the sand from his fingers and rose to his knees. It would not be said that he wasn't a gentleman. Quickly, he took the blanket and spread it, then gestured for Angelina to make herself comfortable. He waited until she had done so to do the same and his eyes traveled to the picnic basket. What an unexpected treat that was, for a woman to think of him so kindly, even if the dessert wasn't only for him.
A genuine smile was his initial response as he settled himself once again. Yes, this would be an enjoyable evening. They could talk about the water and the stars and the possibility of the future and never mention anything so dull as the past.
"The picnic sounds lovely," he said. "I'm not sure that many of the foods here agree with me. Fruit will be a nice change, and I'm hardly one to turn down a glass of wine, whatever the vintage." He was determined to serve it, as well. She'd sounded a little weary of her life here, so why not show her how different things might be? How different things were, where he'd come from. Anything to keep her company and hold her attention. "Forgive me, but I must ask if there's something I might call you other than 'undisclosed'? It seems a boorish name for someone like yourself. Perhaps something more - ?" Would feminine offend her? "More attuned to your personality? I'll respect your wishes, of course, if you choose to retain that handle."
Mystery Fellow fit him quite well, however. He'd always been something of an enigma, even to those he cared for most.