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[Roslyn Levere]

"Too much knowledge is deadly." *Roslyn's gaze hardened, seeing that he obviously wasn't taking no for an answer.* "Why don't I spare us any more wasted time...and grant your request? We can converse in a cival manner, someplace else. One a few conditions..." It went against her better judgement, agreeing to the whole ordeal. But Roslyn wasn't afraid. Aside from that fact, they were already alone- Her and Theodore. The risk factor was already high.

"It will be somewhere public, as my trust doesn't travel very far. Don't consider this anything more than curiosity; and the first sign of anything funny from you, I'm leaving. You won't stop me." Roslyn knew rules needed to be formed, when it came to men like Theodore. This would be strictly professional.

[Theodore Nott]

::His smile widens with pleasure as she finally realizes it would be to her better judgment to join him.::

::A chuckle echos through the darkness. The thought of her actually thinking he couldn't stop her from doing exactly as he wished amuses him. Sure she puts up a tough front, but beneath it all he sees her curiosity, and is going to play on that.::

Do you have a preference between The Broomsticks or the Hog's Head? You are my guest, therefore you choose the public destination of your fancy.

::Holds his hands up in a non threating manner, only to move them behind his back, clasping his fingers together.::

I can assure you that I will be on my best behavior, and will only attempt to entertain you. For now we can play by your rules.

::Shrugs with indifference, nodding for her to lead the way.::

[Roslyn Levere]

Roslyn felt indignation rise within her, though she still gave no sign to her thoughts or feelings. The tone Theodore held- falsly charming, only thinly coating his arrogance, made Roslyn want to thorw a hex his way. However, her annoyence didn't cloud her better judgement. In fact she was certain, he would very much enjoy getting under her skin. The advantage would be in his favor then.

"I'd prefer Madame Rosemerta's teashop...conversation over a cup of tea, tends to flow better." Her tone was still cold, yet not impolite. Roslyn was raised with good manners instilled in her.

[Theodore Nott]

::Nods his head in agreement, finding her choice of place not at all unusual. Of course she wouldn't be drinking anything stronger than tea while around him, she obviously distrusts him, which all in all is a good thing. One should never give over too much to Theodore, he'll use everything he learns against you in some way or another. Power, that is all he wishes. Absolute power.::

Brilliant, Madam Puddifoot's it is.

::Claps his hands, and rubs them together in an effort to show enthusiasm, though he couldn't care less where they went just as long as it was warm.::

::In keeping up with a polite manner, he gestures for her to start out for the tea shop first, and offers a much warmer smile than he has given her yet. He's caught onto the fact he's going to have to warm up before she does.::

After you, Roslyn, steaming hot cups, and warm toasty conversation awaits us.

[Roslyn Levere]

*Nothing else left to say, Roslyn turned yet again, and made her way to the familiar teashop. Finding it wise to walk side by side with Theodore, she knew it wasn't a smart move to turn your back on strangers.*

Silence stretched between the two at last, and Roslyn welcomed it with open arms. As they shortly arrived at the shop, she pushed the door open herself, instead of allowing Theodore to do so; Her independent nature showing.