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“And because they may be other ladies, does that mean I can’t be closer to you?” Harrison asked, his voice a teasing tone, “For why do you sell yourself so short? Yes, in deed they are many women who will make one curious, but are you not among those ladies? After all your situation is quite interesting and…” Harrison paused, trying to see if he could come up with the right words. Words that were pleasing to the ear and yet did not sound like complete flattery, words he knew would make one’s heart flutter, “And I am deeply curious of you- I have always been. You always did seem quite lost in a way, but not because of your visual impairment. You just did, like you don’t expect no one to speak with you.”
And Harrison knew that probably because she didn’t. Now, if Harrison said he related to her situation- he would be a liar. One of the biggest liars in existence, as Harrison had never known how it felt to be someone who people might not be inclined to talk to. He was Harrison Michelangelo Davis after all, a friend to many, enemy to few, and the ton’s biggest orb of chaos. He always made his presence known, always made you know he was there and made himself a vision of awe or incredibility.
As he had accidentally bumped into his sister and the man, the lady had asked if she was ok and Harrison had smilconfirmationmation- before remembering right she could not see. “I am more than ok, especially since I am with you, my good lady- ah but you are not my lady yet are you? Then I am not ok, because of that,” He whispered the last part, his lips curling into a foxy smile, as he pulled her closely, his ears twitching as he also listened to his sister’s conversation. His lips had curved into one of disapproval, hearing the word’s of the man dancing with his sister, and then back into a smile. He did have a resting smiling face after all.
“You were in Greece?” Harrison asked with fascination as after all, Greece was a nation that he enjoyed and Harrison had always been fascinated with everything greek- the greeks from the time of Homer and Aristotle, and the greeks from the time of now. Society, or at least European society was currently based on the structures influenced by the greeks and though Harrison was no hellenist, the greek myths intrigued him. Especially the god dionysus and Apollo. His two favorite gods- with him being more inclined to favor Dionysus. Considering… “Well, they are a lot of things hands can do” Harrison could not but make a comment on her wording which to him had an innuendo that he knew was not meant. He chuckled a little as he said that, shaking his head. Ah yes, that was a crude comment but Harrison could not help it.
“I do not believe you,” Harrison said at Bridget’s comment of her not being blessed with a beautiful, “Indeed, I do not know you so and yet I think I know you enough to know that this is a lie. Your singing voice must be lovely and you are simply doing what i notice you do; falling yourself short,” Harrison continued, 'Kids will not fall asleep to a monstrous voice after all, My brother Reid had tried to put the younger one’s to bed once and they were too frustrated with the sound of his voice to go to sleep," Harrison jested, “One day I shall you sing for me, and on that day I shall label you a liar in the nicest way I can.”
When the lady had said her favorite piece of art was Mr.Van Gog’s Starry Night- Harrison had wanted to ask how it could be her favorite if she could not see it. But that would have came across as rude, would it not? Perhaps she liked the texture of it? But don’t most paintings have the same texture? When she said it was what she had heard, Harrison raised a brow at that, but decided to simply go with it, “Ah, the person does seem to have nice taste but their taste is not the best if they told you it was Starry Night, my personal favorite is the Creation of Adam by my name sake- Michangelo”