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Setting his cup onto a coaster on the table, he gave the girl his full attention again. "Indeed, my dear. Or at least, I am only speaking for myself. I suspect Franz is still quite interested as well, since he seems to have more of a prior knowledge to the play than myself."

He chuckled a bit, then asked "We have not missed the ticket sales already, have we? I suspect it will sell out quite quickly. At least, if your beauty is any sort of indicator as to the quality of the actors performing." Half of acting was working with what you looked like, or Howl had heard this somewhere once at his old school. People tended to relate better with a character that also looked the appropriate part. If you were an old man, you'd play the role of an old man. The beautiful girl could be taken to either the heroine, or the vicious antagonist. Acting was such a looks oriented business, or at least he had been told.

Though he spouted out such honey-coated words, his tone in itself was more matter-of-fact than anything else. Basic compliments should not be hoarded and kept away for special occasions should the complimentee be deserving.

Breathing a gentle sigh of relief, Howl remained thoughtfully quiet for a moment, glancing towards Bell as he took a sip of tea. The tea itself was teasing his craving for good tea. Oh how cruel fate could be at times. Not that he'd outwardly complain, of course.

Setting his cup down, he offered a chuckle. "Then I will ensure we shall attend. How much shall the tickets cost?" As he casually began to stand up so he could reach into his back pocket for a wallet, he managed to catch the faintly voiced gratitude. Delicately, he pulled the wallet up into his fingers and drew the wallet up where he could see it. He caught a quick glance of a flushed Bell before him. Ah, he had not lost his touch it would seem. He never pushed such things as compliments so strongly that they came across as blatant flirting. Just gentle, subtle, occasional hints to his views of a lady.

In a vaguely coy tone, he offered "I do hope I did not say anything to offend you, my dear. Your cheeks are absolutely a beautiful shade of rose pink." He fingered through the wallet and pulled out a single green bill from the depths of the leather. "I do hope that twenty dollars is enough to cover it?"

As he was told the price of the tickets, he replaced the bill into his wallet and continued his search. It wasn't the fact that his wallet was stuffed, but it was more along the lines that he now needed to locate specific bills. A twenty was plenty easy to fish out from his wallet, since they were located towards the back of the leather slip. Tens and ones were not quite the same. Ones were located in the front, that was easy enough, but the tens were some place between the fives (located after the ones) and the twenties.

To his disappointment, he found he did not have but a single one dollar bill. His mouth pursed a bit, then straightened into a line as he then fished out a ten and a five from his wallet.

"Miss McMahon, would you happen to have change for a five dollar bill? Or shall I ask the benefactors of this facility we are residing in at the moment?" He seated himself down politely, his mind insisting that standing while awaiting a response would be a bit rude.

Pocketing the change and the little card tickets he received, he gave a polite "Thank you, my dear." With his wallet still on the table, he once more grabbed up his cup of tea. He sipped it and casually glanced back to the girl.

As much as he did not want to confess such, he sighed out "I suppose I should head back." Time always seemed to fly by when he was enjoying himself. However, with the extra chore of changing back into Hillworth clothing and walking back to campus, it really did only supply him a small window of opportunity when he went out.

Standing himself up, he first stuffed his wallet back into his back pocket. Then, before the girl could get a word in otherwise, he took up her right hand with his own right hand. He leaned forward and gave her a small kiss on the pointer knuckle.

"It has been a pleasure, Miss McMahon." He smiled and lifted himself up to standing up again. Before heading out, he picked up his cup of tea. He turned to the fawn-haired girl and uttered "I look forward to our next encounter."