"Well, well. That makes you..." She paused for a moment. "361 years older than me. I do have to commend you though, you're very handsome for a man who's nearly four centuries old." She said, just the slightest bit of a flirt in her tone. "But I do beat you on one count- I died at 24, and you at 25." She teased, taking a sip of her drink. "Can I get you something? Or are you just going to watch me drink my hot chocolate?"

"You only died 3 years ago?" He asked in a kind of surprised tone, tilting his head, and then his face might have flushed a little pink as she complemented him. "I use a moistieriser called death if you're wondering." He said with a hint of ..what is that? Sarcasm!

He looked at what she head. "I can buy it for myself," he said in a minorly competitive tone. He waved over a waitress and ordered some type of tea by memory. He looked back at Trix as the woman walked off. "Happy now?" He leaned forward to grab his wallet from his back pants pocket and pull out the exact cost plus taxes.

"4, actually. Why so surprised?" She asked lightly, tilting her head at him. "Ooh, I'll have to try it sometime! I hope they sell it nearby." She chimed back to him, smiling at the idea that he did have a sense of humor after all. She lifted her hands up innocently. "Whatever blows your hair back, old man." She teased. "Yes, it pleases me very much that I didn't get to buy you a drink." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a chuckle.

"You're much more aquainted and well, at ease in death than many people I've seen. Even with four years under your belt." He tilted his head, rolling his eyes at her sarcastic remark. "My reaper gave me a lifetime supply." He smiled for a moment, then dropped it. Glaring at her old man comment. "At least I'm French and old." He crossed his arms and looked off. "Dieu aide moi."(god help me) He murmured quietly as he stared out the window.

"What can I say, theres something about death that just gets you to live a little." She said sarcastically. "Does that make it better than if you were British and old? Actually, it does." She nodded quietly to herself, keeping her reasons unbeknownst to him. "Oh, Love, he can't save you now." She chuckled, giving him a slight wink. "You should smile more, Sal. It suits you. Makes you look less surly." She added.

He glared at her. British always had seemed a bit brute-like. He preferred French, mostly because it seemed cleaner and more put together. He narrowed his eyes. "Well, he saved me once already." He looked out the window again, his eye slid in her direction as she complimented him. She sure did like the do that. Hesitating to respond. "Maybe I want to look surly." He defended himself, oddly embarrassed.

"Well, he hasn't done much for me, so excuse my lack of faith." She shrugged nonchalantly. She chuckled as he tried to defend himself. "It wasn't an insult. If you want to look like someone just took your candy and you can't do anything about it, by all means; look surly." Trix teased, leaning against the window slightly. "I won't stop you." She said, glancing out the window as the waitress brought him his drink.

He stared at her. "Sorry, is my bitch face ruining your good day?" He narrowed his eyes, and teased. He smiled up at the waitress, taking the drink from her hands. He thanked her, she turned on her heels and walked away. He took a sip from the glass, ice chinked around on the edges. It smelled of lemons and mint, having a green-ish tint to the tea.

"It might be." Trix said sarcastically, watching the woman with a smile. She looked at the drink with interest, uncurling her legs again and leaning forward slightly. "That smells great, what is it?" She asked, observing the tea. She hadn't been paying much attention when he ordered it, to be honest.

He sat it down on a coaster and put his elbows on the table. "Tea." He locked his fingers together and put his chin on them. "Lemon juice and peels and chocolate mint leaves, starts out with half a cup of boiling water and then you add ice." He leaned back and tipped his head toward her, taking another sip.