i keep on running toward the fire

And if you feel like night is falling
I wanna be the one you're calling

George was, perhaps, not as self-aware as Hotaru. He'd never really thought of himself as particularly handsome; he'd always prided himself on skill over looks. When she complimented him, it took him a little by surprise, especially given that nothing about him could compare to her radiance, but it warmed him all the same, and he steals another quick kiss from her as thanks.

That she hasn't been to the Miana Pool often or recently helps him to relax. His plan for the evening relied on a certain sense of novelty, and though he was rather hoping that this would be her first time there, he hoped that she knew little of the legends surrounding the place. In truth, it had been some time since he himself had been - he stayed busy elsewhere in Torchline and, rarely, outside of the region. Although knowing Hotaru would certainly give him a reason to head north.

Hopefully. Assuming all went well.

He laughed outright at her brisk admission, turning his head to grin down at her. "Nor have I," he admitted, if only to keep her from thinking he was laughing at her. He almost suggested a game of truth or dare, just to make things interesting, before realizing that they might get caught in a game of dares. And while that sounded appealing in its own way, it wasn't exactly what he had in mind for a romantic evening out on the beach.

"Why don't you start?" he said jovially, as though completely comfortable and not nervous at all about answering potentially personal questions about himself. "Ask me anything, and I'll give you an answer." It was a rather broad invitation, but as they say, go big or go home, right?

'Cause I believe that you could lead the way

George