He was inclined to agree with her — the feeling from the catwalks obviously hadn't been just the powder. It was her, and he was having a hard enough time even defining what it was about her that he found so alluring, much less being able to bottle it. He looked back towards her at her question, half a smirk on his lips.

"If we were able to find those patents, I doubt I would be able to resist." Did he want the patents? He was certainly still intrigued by the way the powder was produced and the exact effect it had, but there was a certain beauty in not knowing the specifics as well. If he knew exactly how the powder worked he would lose the plausible deniability that he'd had tonight. He'd told himself maybe he was a bit intoxicated, a bit enchanted, and that explained the slip of his resolve that had lead to meeting her in the hidden corridors. If he knew conclusively that wasn't the case, he'd have to instead come face to face with whatever had truly lead him here. Maybe he didn't want that — maybe she didn't either.

"If we don't find them..." he shrugged and took another drag of the cigarette. "...I may have to come back for more research into the matter. No — I would certainly return. Until my curiosity has been slated," he concluded with a look of mischief in his eye.

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