March-Hare-Unbirthday
She sadly couldn't not feel sad for such a nice guy, still he might just be right. A sudden blush came to her face and she couldn't help but make a small smile at him trying to cheer up the moment. She even let out a little laugh at his question. "Well when I get the chance I love to write and sing. True dancing is beautiful but I would rather be singing the song others dance to." She said almost imagining the idea sent a happy feeling to her. "And what do you like to do when you are not making girls feel happy?" She asked curiously. She knew what he had done, but didn't quiet know what he liked doing.
"That is better." He said with a bigger smile. "When not fighting, I do like to read, listen to music and the like, but I don't have what you would call a hobby or a passion, at least none of my own yet, being as i am and looking as I do, it leaves one little time for personal activities." He said. little after he spoke that, his head turned to the window he had entered from, high above them. "And alas it seems as if duty calls." He said and reached out to her, in his hand a White Rose that she could be sure was not there moments ago. "Take this as a token of our meeting and more importantly, what it meant for you to dance again in public. If you are ever lonely and wish to speak again, just hold this rose and think of me, I will be there." he said before walking over to her and kissing her deeply on the lips, not passionately, just deeply and caring, holding the kiss for a minute before he pulled away, covering his face up and making the leap to the high window, moving through and closing it behind him. (Off to bed, PM if you wish to meet again, hope you do sleep soon.)