Dooma
"Well, you happen to be wonderful at your self proclaimed profession. Its been a long while since I felt this at ease with myself and the world." He rose to his feet when Phanuel did and frowned. In fact it came off as more of a borderline pout. "I assure you, I look forward to meeting you again. But I'd prefer it if that day wasn't left up to chance." An idea had begun to take root in his mind. "Would you like to meet again? Say in a week? Same place?" He began to grin and with a sudden laugh he turned and walked away. "I'll be here. Perhaps you will too."
