Virgil was quiet for a moment, before he acquired a smooth and confident expression, strolling over towards her.

"Most certainly." he responded.

"I never turn down something exotic." he told her.

"Or someONE." he added, looking right into her eyes now.

"Let's make this a nice to remember, shall we?" he asked.

"After all, what's life without a little adventure, eh?"

"...excellent." he responded.

And they did start to have a night. They had several different alcohols, indulged in some sweet treats... mostly chocolate... and by the end of their drinking and snacking, they were starting to get VERY close to each other.

And quite... handsy.

At that point, Virgil just fully unbuttoned his shirt, and leaned back against the end of the sofa they were on.

"Enough of the previews." he said.

"Shall we advance to the... feature presentation?" he suggested.

Virgil froze as well when he heard that distinct tone change, and the venom to it... and the threat scared him to his core as well. He wondered if that was a legit threat, but considering it was said specifically, he didn't want to test it.

He then sighed a little, and shook his head.

"Well." he said.

"You don't have to be so rude." he commented, getting up and making his way to where his shoes were. He then looked back at the one before him, and just shrugged his shoulders.

"A shame." he muttered.

"Things were getting fun." he finished, before he slipped through a portal of demonic mana.

"..." there was silence on the other end for a moment, before 'Rose' heard a sigh.

"I see." he said.

"Anything distinct about them?" he asked.

"Pale. Long grey hair. Kinda lanky. Green eyes." was the response.

"Noted." the one on the other end of the line said. "And Alicja is due for work in the afternoon, but I'll see that people know she won't be in, and have someone take her shift if need be." he said further.

"Thank you for telling me."

To say it was busy would be an understatement. It seemed that EVERYBODY had chosen this particular day to come to the mall... but at least she had her breathing room, and it wasn't shoulder-to-shoulder.

She looked around, wondering if she should stop by the food court for something... when she felt it.

Again.

That piercing stare. HE was watching her again.

She looked around frantically, but couldn't see him... until she looked up. He was on an upper floor, staring down at her.

Which made it even worse for her now.

The key that she noticed was 'mostly'.

Whenever she looked away to make sure she was stepping right, or not going to bump into anyone, and then looked back, she saw he had moved away a smidgen. He hadn't disappeared yet, but he was slightly moving.

Seemed like he was trying to keep SOME distance between them, as she saw him move away from the guard railing.

And then, once she reached the same floor that he was on, she saw him start to meld into the crowd of people, though he was still distinguishable from the others at the moment.

No matter how hard she looked, how much she scanned, she couldn't find him. She could still feel his gaze, though, meaning he was still there. He was still watching her. But now he was completely hidden.

And he could be anywhere in the mall.

She had the distinct feeling that she'd be feeling this way for her stay here.

She wasn't sure if this meant she wasn't 'safe', but she knew she'd be uncomfortable as long as she stayed there.

Later that night, Virgil found himself in a situation he was not used to. He was on the run, bleeding from a rather nasty wound on his side, and there were people that were chasing him.

"Find him!" one yelled.

"We'll make sure he regrets EVER setting foot on this plane!" they added, to which there were a few people that shouted in agreement.

"...damn it." he cursed, looking skyward at the barely visible moon. He needed help. They had used a special runed blade to injure him, and had attacked while he was distracted with a woman, so this was not a case of letting it heal by itself.

And unfortunately, he only knew of one person that could or would help him now.

As such, he found himself in a rather nice little suburban neighbourhood, at a stupid hour of the night, pressing a hand against his side, and making his way to the door of a modest, but nice, little house.

He paused at it, before ringing the doorbell once. And then again.

"...right." he responded.

He looked down and saw that the floor was mostly hardwood, but that there was carpeting in one direction. Meaning he wasn't to go in that direction. He then stepped inside, keeping his hand on his wound.

"I'm stemming it as best I can." he told her.

He DID find it curious that his presence wasn't actually affecting her, but he wasn't going to complain. If anything, this was the best case scenario for what he was looking for from her right now.

The two then made their way to the kitchen, and she ordered him to sit in one of the chairs, which he did, wincing a little as he did so.

"H-huh?" Virgil stammered.

"Take it all off?" he asked.

"Well... all right." he then said. He dropped his jacket to the floor, and took his shirt off, revealing to her the slashing wound he'd received earlier. And it was bleeding pretty badly.

However, before she could say anything, she saw him undoing his belt, and then starting to stand up slightly.

...though he winced from that movement as well.