you spoke some quick new music

your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you

"No?" Raising his eyebrows thoughtfully, the aviator glances around the eclectic buildings, noticing only because she'd drawn his attention to it that the brickwork was much newer than it other areas of the city. "From what I've gathered, Danta hasn't made much of an effort to preserve what was here before." Said without judgement—what had been there before were relics of a bygone age and served mostly as either a hazard or a memory of war and death—Ever nodded as they came upon the quite familiar exterior of the Dusklight.

"It is indeed." Smiling, the aviator shuffles in front of Isla so that he might reach the door before her, tugging it open before beckoning her inside. "Have you been here before?" He wonders conversationally, trying mindfully to shake the strange nervousness he feels in Isla's presence.

The low lighting is something that Ever is used to by now such that it takes his eyes just a moment or so to acclimatize. Nodding a silent greeting to one of the bartenders Ever turns politely toward the Remedy. "Would you care for a drink, before..." Not entirely sure where he intended the remainder of that sentence to go, Ever coughed a touch bashfully as he smiled, his eyes lowering for a moment before lifting. 'And may I take your coat?'