When she agreed to let him buy a drink Gregoire settled a little on the stool. He had been ready to leave if she declined his offered, Gregoire wasn't the type to linger around when he was unwanted. When she turned her body to face him on the stool he realized exactly how dainty she really was. Her feet didn't even touch the floor, which he thought was the most adorable thing ever, but at the same time she didn't seem fragile either. "Nope, my first time." Gregoire replied simply to her question. The bartender had dropped off another pint for him and another one of whatever she was drinking, he wasn't entirely sure what it was, but alcohol was alcohol right? He was a simple kind of guy he rarely went for the fancy mixed drinks, it was well drinks or cheap beer for the struggling artist and he was cool with that. He took a sip of his beer has she confessed that Burlesque was the only type of dance she hadn't studied and that comment intrigued him. Hailing from the noble house of Papilonlisse Gregoire of course felt a special connection to any and all who were fond of the arts. Growing up with so many talented people in one common room had made it easier for him to bond with artists than with anyone else, and dancing was after all an art.
After he set his mug back down on the dark wooden bar he felt her soft skin running over top of his hand. It gave him goosebumps partially because it was unexpected and partially for reasons unknown. Pale blue eyes watched as she ran her fingers over the ink that decorated the top of his palm and nearly masked the spot where he'd been stabbed straight through with an ice pick so many years ago. "That's okay, you can touch them. And I drink all the time so there's really not much behavior that will offend me." He said with a soft laugh even though he was somewhat disappointed that her hand had left his skin. He missed the warmth of her touch much more than a stranger really should but that could of been the whole mug of beer he had already downed. "You don't have to be afraid," He turned on his stool so that he was facing her completely and laid his arm down on his knee, with the underside facing up, to showcase the newest tattoo that he had. It was a magical one that moved and slowly filled itself in. It was simple, just said the word "Cartier" in a graffiti style text. "I won't lie to you, it does hurt a little, but there are magical methods that are far less invasive than traditional ones." It was still marking your skin, it still stung a bit, but in his experience magical tattoos hurt far less then the old fashion needle ones.
The French wizard held his arm up for her to inspect, and hopefully touch, if she wanted to. While he waited he took the time to truly look at her and he noticed her big brown eyes. They were beautiful even in the dark club lighting. "You dance?" He asked with another small smile. "I bet your really good at it, you've definitely got the body for it." As much as his words might of sounded like a pick up line they weren't meant that way. He realized after he said it that it might of sounded like a pick up line and normally in this part of the conversation the gentleman in him would correct himself. Make sure she understood that he was not objectifying her in anyway but instead all he could think about was how soft her hair looked. He took another sip of his beer, the drinks were damn good tonight. He'd only just begun drinking and already he had that warm fuzzy feeling under his skin. For someone who drank as often as Gregoire did it was rare for him to get tipsy so fast, and if he was in his right mind, he might of noticed that. Instead he felt chipper because that meant he could spend less money on his drinks and he could afford to pay for all of hers too, if she would allow it.
He looked away from her for a moment toward the floor in front of the stage that was riddled with little tables, most of them were full but some how the floor seemed less crowded than the bar. It seemed more private, more personal, and suddenly he wanted to be alone with her. He didn't want to risk someone else joining their conversation because he wanted all of her attention. That was another thing Gregoire never usually cared about. He had 12 siblings, so he never fully had anyones attention. "Corina," he said softly, making eye contact with her as he did, "Would you like to get a table with me?" Although it wasn't that serious of a question he felt like it was a make or break kind of moment. He desperately wanted her to join him and he could not figure out why it was suddenly so damn important that he got to know her better. Sure she was lovely, interesting, and beautiful, but Gregoire wasn't usually this desperate.
