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There's an Endless in the bar.
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.

Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.

An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...

[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]

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(ooc: Ah! They got the eps on streaming on the website. And it's Whspr2AScrm13. *waves*)

A bit of both.

Definitely more like Niki in that regard. Considering how she attacked him that night. And how much he loved it.

He put her out of his mind some afterwards. And yet. Temptation definitely lingered.

Temptation. Now, there's a word.
Her eyes linger where they've met with Nathan's, and then she's shifting out of the chair, stalking toward him with an almost predatorial grace.

Still think it's Niki?

Possibly but as she drew closer, the hair seemed more dark than blonde. The skin too pale. And the eyes....

Yellow?

What the hell?

"Who are you?" He asked, unsure, but curious.

"Don't you know, Nathan?" She keeps moving closer as she offers him a sharp grin, knife-edges and bright: Close enough to tug playfully at his shirt, her fever-warm fingers tracing along his shoulders as she slinks behind him. "Such a clever, questioning man -- but I'm sure you can come up with the answer, if you want to."

Nathan was tempted to close his eyes, missing such touches. Hadn't been the same since... Heidi His eyes snapped open and he jerked away from the contact.

"No, I don't. Don't tell me you're working for Linderman like her?" His eyes sharpened as he tried to twist his head back to look at her. "Or you just saw me in the papers?"

"Tch. I'm afraid I'm not really good at taking orders, least of all from the likes of Linderman." Nathan's strange companion seems unaffected by the way he jerked away, curling her fingers to examine her nails. "You could say I'm unaffiliated."

"Not looking for test subjects either, are you?" Nathan remarked, still tense.

"Clearly," Desire answers, dryly. "Because that's such an excellent idea where one of the posted rules is 'No business' -- and seems to me that test subjects fall under that category."

She smirks knowingly again, following it with a shrug. "None of the above, Nathan -- and I don't need newspapers to know who you are. I just think you're ...interesting."

Nathan relaxed marginally at that, and a bit more at the rest. He settled back in his chair.

"Don't usually just get interesting. How do you mean?" Hoping in the sense of him going places. In terms of career, and not relating to flying.

"How does anyone mean interesting? -- Oh, please forgive me, Nathan, I'm not usually prone to riddles. It just seems to be the day for it."

Desire offers him a slow smile.

"Everyone's interesting in their own way. Stories to tell, experiences they've had -- And most importantly, what brings you to Milliways?"

Riddles, huh? Two can play at that.

So he simply answered, "How else? The Front Door."

He's got a clever tongue: Desire likes that.

"And are you lucky enough to be able to leave the way you came?"

Lawyer and a politician, it's one of their best tools.

Small lie, "Usually." When really it was rarely. Or only for a day or two when he could.

"You're luckier than some," Desire observes, quietly looking at him through the smoke as she raises her cigarette again. "I mean, I'd hate to be bound here."

"Not something I'd enjoy either, I'll admit." Well, being truthful there.

Sideways glances toward her, and nostrils faintly twitching at the smoke.

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