A Heart so Cold

archebold Fear is the price of imagination "So I've been told..." Archebold replied leaning back with an exacerbated sigh, a smirk and arch of his brow in mock annoyance as he let his eyes linger on Isla . It was a not so subtle look of admiration of her 'body of work' before he leaned forward. "As for the tour..." He trailed, sliding up from the desk to stand a breath's distance away from the healer, offering a fanged grin and nod approvingly, lips puckering with the look of a man who was impressed. "I prefer the think of it more as, quite revealing. You really are quite beautiful, have you been told this before? Not in a sense of flattery, but of genuine admiration of the craftsmanship used to create you." Blackened eyes surveyed Isla once more before his walking stick began to tap, Archebold moving away toward the corridor. "There is something I would like to show you, if you'll allow me. I don't suppose you are hungry?" He asked, pausing only briefly to turn back toward her. "Would bring me great pleasure to cook for you. Your tongue will never be more grateful."