Azrael chuckled at her nervousness, he liked that about her. Despite her calm and professional behvaiour in the midst of business, her experiences outside of it and with foreign areas made her adorable. Although he did have to admit that without the heels the height difference might have been a bit much, "Or it'd be easier, I'd just carry you while twirling myself." He snorted slightly, "But we'd definitely get some odd looks from other people I imagine."

It was at this point that Azrael felt a sudden point drive against his shoes, followed by an immediate stumble from Evelyn. He dropped down his body weight, adjusting the pressure of his arm around her and supported her weight by tucking under her and pressing his body against hers. "Gotcha. You alright?" Though it didn't seem like she needed help as she eventually managed to balance herself, he felt her forehead press against him, but it seemed the only injury was perhaps to her pride. Azrael scanned the area around him, "No, they're only concerned." He whispered back, "It's alright. You're doing well." He nuzzled against her hair "Last few steps... come on."

As the song hit it's crescendo, Azrael released his arm from her waist as they uncoiled to the instruction, then with a his wrist, he guided Evelyn back into a twirl into his arms, making sure her full bodyweight was on the tilt of his fore-arm, he tilted forwards, pressing her close to his body as his remaining arm lifted her leg up, tilting her fully against the weight of gravity. His eyes submerged themselves fully into her auburn ones, and he closed what remaining distance was left, sliding his lips into hers and sucking down on her lower lip.

Tongue action would have been great, but given the audience so far, he'd rather keep it private. His tongue gently ran against her lower lip, tasting her lips, hopefully not removing much of her lipstick in the process, before pulling away, grinning, then gently lifting her back up to stand. "You did great for your first time." He replied, "Except maybe that one part, but uh, part of me was hoping you'd be tripping up anyways." He admitted, laughing, then stroking a strand of hair that had gone slightly loose behind her head. As the class finished up with packing up and saying their goodbyes to each other, Azrael took Evelyn back out into the open air.

"Are you free for dinner?" Azrael spoke, holding her waist as they walked back to his car. "We can head back to my apartment, I can cook us something, and I have a bottle of champagne I can pop, and then we can watch some scary movies while cuddling on the sofa. If not, I can just drive back to your place."

Evelyn Inoue

Azrael listened to her comments as she spoke, he didn't interrupt as it seemed as if she was uncomfortable with heading to his house. A fair point, and he should have realized it sooner. "Ah, I see." He stated, nodding in agreement to it. "I like you Evelyn, I thought you might know this already, but I wanted to let you know regardless. " He said his eyes transfixed on her, "I was going to watch a movie with you. I was hoping to cuddle." He said, his eyes observed her reaction, "But I wouldn't have pushed it past your comfort zone. I've seen enough of people treating women horribly to despise that myself." He smiled, there was no animosity to it. The only difference was, that he had no idea she felt this way about the date.

"I didn't spend all this time just because all I wanted was to have sex with you." He stated, it was simple, clear. "This date was to see if we have something between us... and we do. You need to trust me." He stated, gently stroking her cheek. "Come on, let's get you home." His head tilted towards the car as he clicked a button on his car keys, then opened the door for her. Entering himself, he turned on the ignition and drove. He could see it from her perspective, at least a bit. She was used to men seeing her as nothign but an object o lust, good looks would do that to a person. Azrael came from a middle-class background, but when he reached the peak of his fortune, he wasn't exactly deprived of gold-diggers and fans either. In that he could relate to what she meant.

As he drove patiently along the roads, Evelyn drew out the next question. "It's not too hard." He stated, smirking towards her. "I got tired of eating instant ramen noodles and canned soup when I was about thirteen, so I decided: Hey, let's try for a salad. Turns out it's a pretty decent hobby to have." A flashback to college days occurred, working with a crappy electric stove that never heated properly and having to deal with undercooked chicken. "Once you have your basic skills: cutting, grilling, baking, that kind of work, you realize how many things you can actually make." His eyes wandered from the road to her, "I was thinking of something simple for dinner, you know, a good tenderloin, baby potatoes, that sort of thing. But, ah well, maybe some other time."

As they arrived outside of Evelyn's home, Azrael pulled out his keys, got out of the car and opened the door for her, taking her hand, closing the door and gently holding her in his arms. "Listen," he began, "I want to be intimate with you. But that wasn't my intention to have sex with you on the first night after you said you wanted to move slower." He paused. He shouldn't have to tell her about this, but it was best to communicate it regardless, "But I do want to get there at some point. And if you don't feel ready for that... you need to let me know." And with that, he pulled her into one more kiss, his tongue slid between his lips into hers, gently rolling against her tongue, exploring the roof of her mouth, then sucking outwards, gently, with his lips. "I'll see you around Doc."

Evelyn Inoue