Alexander
Alec felt his cheeks warm as Magnus teased him. “Not that early,” he mumbled as he stepped inside. The loft was as extravagant as the warlock himself, though he had expected no less of him. He gave him a toothy grin and said, “In that case, I’ll make sure I’m always a little early. I never liked being late to things anyway.” If he wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now. There was that touch and those compliments and he wasn’t sure if his heart should be beating this fast. “Thank you. Um…you do to. Look…pretty, I mean.” Pretty? Angels, he needed to shut his mouth before he embarrassed himself further. Nodding, Alec offered out an arm to him. “Is where we’re going nearby? Can we walk or should we get a taxi?” He didn’t even think to ask for a portal, because he didn’t want to appear eager for it. That and he felt it was a bit rude to ask too. “Am I allowed to know where we’re going?”
Magnus couldn’t help but smile at the slightly taller man. He slid his arm to link with Alec’s and nodded. “Thank you.” he replied, nodding as they headed out and down the stairs. “We can walk from here. And it’s a nice night.” he replied, looking around. “I like being able to walk the city at night. IT’s a good way to unwind, you know.” he offered, looking up at Alec briefly. “We’re going to a little French cafe I know. I hope that’s okay?” he asked.
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