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And Seth didn't seem particularly bothered by that title either. He too returned the menu to the waiter who then took his leave.

"So... you're Russian." Seth remarked, having made the observation from her last name from the first time they had met. Their... argument in Russian had only cemented that fact. "You grew up there?"

While across the way, there was the cry of, "Coooorphish!" As a certain marine Pokemon was plucked from a tank, its pincers held together by rubber bands. It was then taken into the kitchen to be slaughtered and cooked.

Seth pretty much ignored the water that was set before him for the time being, as well as the cry from the unfortunate Corphish.

"Interesting," he replied as the man sat back in his chair and studied the woman before him. He did remember that she had transferred from Johto, so it made sense. "Which city in Johto?" He knew that region quite well after all.

Seth's brows shot up at that. It was a small world after all.

"I am." Seth said back, his gaze locking with hers. "From Goldenrod." That was rather coincidental. "Its a wonder we haven't crossed paths before." Or if they had, they didn't realize it.

"It makes me curious as to what brought you to that part of the world." He after all had actually been born and did considerable portion of his growing up there. But what would prompt a family to move from Russia to Johto, was the question.

"Indeed," he couldn't argue with that. Goldenrod certainly was rather large, and they belonged to two completely different parts of Team Rocket. Plus back then they were likely Grunts or Agents and blended in more with the masses than they did now. Plus they likely had their own agendas.

Despite his few words, Seth was indeed interested to learn what he could about this woman. However, while he was capable of it, Seth wasn't the best when it came to conversation and didn't really enjoy copious amounts of it.

However, his thoughtful expression which he'd had for the past few minutes while listening to Nadja, changed back to that smirk yet again. "And what exactly did it take?"

Seth's eyes glimmered with intrigue. Now that was certainly interesting.

He also couldn't help another amused chuckle at her words in Russian. It was so true. He knew this rather well. "I see. It appears I'm not the only one who is full of surprises." Although she had only begun to scratch the surface with him, and he had a feeling the same was true for her.

Just then the waiter returned, this time bringing their food and wine. The plates were set down before them both, just before the man brought out the wine bottles and poured their respective selections into Nadja and Seth's glasses.

No he wasn't the best at conversation, mostly cause he didn't practice it and didn't really enjoy small talk. This wasn't the most stimulating conversation and thus is only somewhat held his attention. The only thing that was interesting was finding out little tid bits about Nadja that wouldn't be in her Team Rocket files.

Seth glanced down at his plate that now held the abdomen and tail of a very dead Corphish that was an even brighter shade of red from being boiled. The shell had already been cut open and gutted to significantly decrease the messiness.

"Heh," was the only reply he had to not letting him have all the fun. But now she decided to change the topic back to him. There was a moment of temptation where his habit would result in a sarcastic reply. However, he deliberately held this back.

"It's what I excel at, plus its a challenge." A very basic, somewhat evasive answer. "I admit I prefer training Pokemon, but computers is far more... marketable."

Seth couldn't help a small sigh, a flash of irritation appearing in his expression before he too turned his gaze towards the tv screen across the room. It was obvious, even to him, that he was failing at giving her satisfying answers.

However, his attention didn't last on the tv very long, and he instead decided to focus on the Corphish in front of him.