He smiled faintly, his green eyes gentle and curious as they searched his companions face. Unflappable Nick, didn't even seem surprised about the little kiss of affection. "So, what, so just being here..." He gestured to the forest, and then to himself. "...With me, without any sort of compensation for your troubles. Its worth it?"
Miranda's face turned a newfound shade of red, and she shot him a look that said everything she was too shy-- and too proud-- to tell him on her own. She eventually turned her attention back ahead, clearing her throat nervously.
Miranda was thoughtful as well, completely frustrated. I told myself I'd never fall. Men are just distractions, and love causes nothing but hurt. But goodness, when he looks at me with those eyes... can he tell that I go weak at the knees? Can he hear my heart skip a beat? Good glory, I hope not.
It had been morning, and Azazel was waiting for the man to come downstairs. She wanted to see how he looked now, being given the potion that would restore his youth. She pet her cat, and then started to read an old book, a little anxious.
Ishmael came downstairs, running his fingers through his hair, which was now shiny and the color of ebony. His face was chiseled, extremely handsome, his eyes dark and sparkling. "Good morning," he said, smiling slightly. "How do I look?"
She looked up from her book, and her eyes went wide for a moment, but she quickly shook the hair in her face to hide her reaction. "You look restored. Quite lovely." Azazel didn't want him to see her stunned face, so she held the book up again. "How was your rest?"
Ishmael gave her a knowing smile, sitting down across from her, making himself a cup of coffee. "Thank you, ma'am," he said softly. "It was lovely, and Marie slept peacefully, thank goodness."
"I see. There's a mirror over there, near the biggest pot I have." She giggled quietly, and then stroked the cat again, who meowed and then jumped off her lap. It ran to the other side of the room, vanishing into thin air. "That cat."
"You smile at me like your a good boy, when I know you'll be trouble. You are definately my son."
Azazel walked over behind him, standing there. She reached over, putting her hand beneath his chin. She turned his face to one side, and then the other. "Youth is a lovely thing, is it not?" She turned him around, looking up at him.