David was normally a rather confident, probably overly confident, bloke. He knew what he was capable of, and he knew how he got good results. With his natural charm and a touch of his accent he had won the hearts of his share of these American ladybirds. The man dressed impeccably, choosing clothes that flattered him and not caring what the cost was. Yes he was vain, he admitted as much, and yes, he did enjoy chatting up ladies. Which was why his behavior had been rather strange lately. For a change David wasn't pursuing his interest in a lady, even if she never was far from his thoughts. Something had happened that Halloween night between sitting down on his couch for coffee and some nice conversation, and the first of November. There was a reason why David wasn't a fan of getting drunk around ladies, and it wasn't just how it turned him giggly. When he had woken up the next morning he had been in his bed, rather than the couch where he had agreed to spend the night, one arm draped over Seyta's sleeping body.

Of course he freaked out. To see someone underneath his arm, unmoving was a bit like waking up with a gun in your hand. He honestly thought at first that he had killed Seyta. But no, she was breathing and fast asleep. Try as he might David had no clue what had happened between the two, for that he blamed the Vlad. Slowly and carefully he had slipped his legs out from under the covers, glad at least to see that he still had on his trousers from the night before, though the silver knight's shirt was lumped on the floor. After running his hands through his hair David grabbed the rest of his costume and buggered out of his flat as quickly as possible. It was a cowardly thing to do, he knew that, and he did not help matters by keeping his distance. At least he had kept his promise and got her the knife that she had wanted for Christmas, even if he had had someone drop it off for him.

Since that Halloween David had been doing everything he could to keep from running into Seyta again. Although he wasn't that high up in the building he took the elevator, just so that he could skip the floor below him. His culinary skills had increased because he didn't go out for meals as much in just one more attempt to keep from bumping into Seyta. David honestly didn't know how to handle this situation. If he knew just what had happened between the two of them then maybe he'd have a better idea of how to deal with this. Leaving her in his apartment couldn't have helped matters at all.

But that was over a year ago, and he was sure that by this point Seyta would want nothing to do with him. He was a coward and this was probably the worst thing that could happen because as he was making his way down the stairs, there was Seyta. David stood there on the stairs above her, dressed in jeans and a brilliant yellow shirt, but might as well have been in his nuddy pants. There was no hiding anymore, and with the way he had been bounding down the stairway she must have heard him. For once in his life David was left with nothing to say.

Two years ago they spend a night together, and she woke up alone. Her costume tossed on the floor, she in one of his t-shirts. David was gone with no trace. Seyta knew she wasn't the easiest person to get along with but to just be left there? No note or anything. It was Davids own f***ing apartment. This was the second time he snubbed her, and this time was on purpose. So she decided to return the favor. She refused to try and get a hold of him.

He wasn't worth her effort. Seyta knew this, and reminded herself frequently whenever she heard a British accent. Two months after Halloween though she got the knife she had asked for on Christmas. That sent the whole mix of emotions spinning again. He didn't deserve it, but she also couldn't take a gift without giving one. He wasn't even home when she dropped of the atlas he had wanted.

Since then though, Seyta came to an understanding than frustrated her even more. She had planned on just ignoring him until he came to his senses, but David was outright avoiding her. IF it had been some other guy, not a problem, she would deal with it. But David lived right above her, and they both worked in the Order. Maybe she was making an excuse for herself since he still wasn't worth the effort. Even so she needed to take care of whatever was going on between them.

So when he was running down the stairs of their building Seyta had already planed herself in his way. Damn her mutation and damn Davids excuses, she would not be ignored this time.

She wasn't saying anything. As idiotic as he had been about the whole situation so far, David knew instinctively that Seyta not saying something was a very bad thing. He also knew the dangers that he faced should his illegal residency be discovered by immigration. He knew the prison cell that he'd be sent straight to if he went back to England. He knew the sort of false evidence that could be pinned to him by the Order if he pissed the ones in charge off.

So why was it that looking at Seyta was scaring him more than any of that?

Looking up from under your eyelashes at someone was a hard thing to do when you actually were standing up higher then them, but David was doing a pretty damn good job of it. It wasn't any sort of carefully thought out body language to try and get her to feel more sympathetic to him, and therefor be less angry. It was just hard for him to get up the nerve to look her full in the face. He had been avoiding her because he had no clue what had happened that Halloween night.

Like a fish caught out of water his mouth opened and closed noislessly as he tried to think of something, anything to say to her. Sorry I've been avoiding you? Sorry I've been afraid of what happened? Sorry that I put your life at risk because I got drunk? With how much time he had been thinking of her, and how much effort he had put into avoiding her, it felt like he should have figured out what to say now that Seyta was before him. But he had nothing, and so the first thing that tumbled out of his mouth was.

"Thanks for the atlas. Lovely."

Instantly he winced and braced himself for the blast that would come from her. It wasn't anything smooth, and would probably remind her that she had a nice knife to use against him. But his parents had trained him well in showing gratitude for a gift. Even if he wasn't so happy to get things like hand me down clothes from strangers because his folks couldn't afford anything else.