Salvation in the Coming Dark[Amelia, Isamu]

"Oops. Odd way to refer to Earth, right?"

Isamu noticed his error, but he didn't let it bother him at all. Though it was true he had never been to Soul Society, with the appearance of so many soul reapers, he had to assume they came from a different world. Considering the ghostly nature of the spirits he met on occasion, perhaps it was the afterlife. When she spoke about his desires, a playful smirk flitted across his lips as they entered the dance floor.

"Oho? You think so?"

She wasn't particularly wrong in a sense. His desires went beyond so much more than that, and he hardly made a secret as to what that was. Hell, he wasn't experiencing part of that right now. As they engaged in their dance, Isamu found Amelia's rhythm quite pleasing. It was inviting and bold, yet maintained that air of playfulness befitting a festive club like this.

Like a moth to a flame, he found himself quietly enchanted by the view. With an outfit like that and an hourglass figure, his attention was solely on Amelia. Of course, he wasted little opportunity in confirming her little statement moments ago. Winding an arm around her hip, he welcomed her forward as he held her gaze.

"Guilty as charged. I find the physical experience way more satisfying. Like the one we're sharing right now."

"Oh?"

Isamu found the dance they shared entertaining. It was fast-paced and somewhat intimate. For a gorgeous lady with an hourglass figure he'd met moments ago, that was the best he could ask for. Normally, he'd gladly venture for more, but one simple observation told him that might not be her intention for a vacation. There were certainly partygoing females with an appetite for that sort of thing, but there was something more reserved about the way she carried herself.

When she ordered another drink, he relaxed at the seat again for a small spell, ordering the same drink. Taking a light sip, he cocked his head to the side in amusement. A date, huh? It certainly sounded like that's where she intended to go with asking that, but he wasn't so bold to assume as much. He quietly pondered the choices in his head. Eventually, he nodded with a smile and a playful shrug of the shoulders. What was the harm in it? She was on a vacation. He was on a vacation. Until he went to his next location, he could certainly use something to occupy his time.

"Sure. I wouldn't mind joinin' the three of you. There isn't much occupying my time in this city right now as it is. And I'd certainly enjoy bringing a smile to that enchantin' face of yours."

"Very sweet, huh? That's a first..."

He didn't expect that one, truth be told. Isamu had always viewed himself as someone close to being irredeemable. His hands were stained with blood. He had left several corpses in his wake, far too many to count.

There were probably plenty of women who genuinely wanted to pursue something serious with him, and he simply relegated most of those relationships to pleasure with no strings attached. He considered himself many things, but sweet didn't feel right. Of course, he didn't have it in him to tell her otherwise and simply chuckled as he waved a hand.

"You are special. Bright spirit, infectious energy, pretty face... I wouldn't be singin' yer praises if I thought otherwise. I'd say I don't even hold a candle to ya, but..."

He pondered her offer for a moment as he quietly thought about it. It wasn't like she was asking for them to go steady. Much like the little double date he was set to go on, he didn't exactly find any issue with saying yes here. He would soon be retiring from being an assassin and could leave that life behind him. She seemed pleasant enough to be around, so why not?

"Sure, I wouldn't mind that. You've been quite the pleasant partner for conversation, so why not? I hope I don't bore you too much with my personal life. I don't think I'm nearly as cool there as I am here."

"Somethin' personal...?"

Isamu blinked softly as he cocked his head to the side, his gaze almost quizzical. What a starter. It was somewhat easy to discern that he wasn't entirely accustomed to hearing that question. Any time he entered a place like the one they occupied moments ago, his night usually ended with embracing and enjoying a woman who happened to catch his fancy that night.

Nothing more, nothing less - save, perhaps, a no-strings-attached relationship where he provided sex and a silver tongue that would make Mephistopheles himself blush. A genuine question of this nature? Well, it required him to think of something that didn't reveal too much about himself. Exhaling softly, he stroked his chin as he gazed at the sky.

"...When I was younger, I wanted to inherit my adopted grandfather's dojo. Use to really enjoy the art of swordsmanship and the honorable virtues I picked up when I was younger..."

Good enough, he supposed.

"A martial artist and his girlfriend, eh?"

For a moment, Isamu felt like he might've had an inkling as to who those two were, but quickly dismissed the thought. He rarely believed in coincidence. Additionally, Vanyel didn't strike him as the type to have been brave enough to cross the finish line with Violet. Isamu rubbed the back of his head as he occupied a seat at the nearest bench.

"Nah... I ended up choosin' a different path."

It was a blunt statement, to be certain, but expounding on it anymore would've left him feeling awkward. The truth was - he hadn't inherited his master's dojo. There was no excuse as to why that didn't come to pass, either. Two paths presented themselves and he chose to pursue another, all to ensure his mother was okay in the end. Even if he wanted to, he knew his grandfather would be ashamed of him.