Simple moves win the war. *Ella says, as Derek does a good demonstration of the fact with a kiss.* Is there anything you would like to learn to say? *Ella asks undoing a few more buttons.*

"Not at the moment, but maybe later." He says, kissing down Ella's neck. "You're a good teacher, though."

You are a quick study. *Ella points out.*

"I always tried to be." He says, trying to scoot up closer to the head of the bed

*Ella helps him move up a bit and then pushes him back against the bed, giving him a very long deep sensual kiss. Breaking apart so she can say,* Another important rule of the game is to leave them always wanting more, *Ella says before giving him another kiss and then standing up and grabbing her shoes.* ma li prenderò alle stelle, ragazzo dolce. For now though, caio. *She says slipping back into her shoes and heading for the door.*

Derek sits there a moment, thinking about what just happened. He jumps up, trying to catch her. "Same game tomorrow?" He asks, catching her at the bottom of the stairs.

*Ella smiles and nodds,* You do have my number. *She point out before dissapearing into the streets of new york.*

Derek sighs, shutting his front door. He waits a few minutes, and runs upstairs. He enters his closet, and within a few minutes is coming out as The Archer. He goes into his garage, quietly opens the door and pulls out his motercycle. He shuts the garage door and then speeds off onto the streets.

The Archer returns late at night, pulling his motercycle into the garage and heading upstairs. He heads upstairs, taking off his gear on the way. He throws it all in the closet, and falls back on the bed.

He wakes up the next morning, and has an idea. He goes to his closet, getting out several large duffle bags and stuffing them full of all of his gear. Once they are in, no one would suspect of being The Archer. There is no trace of anything. He goes downstairs and into his garage. He manages to strap the bags onto the motercycle, and he speeds off.

Derek returns a little over two hours later. He returns with a dozen long-stimmed, red roses. He puts them in a vase as an employee walks up behind him.

"Roses for someone?" Barry, an intern asks.

"Barry, shut up or I'm cancelling you internship." Derek warns.

"What-" He's cut off by Derek.

"Derek, I already don't like you. Push it if you don't want you credit.

Barry walks away as Derek finishes up. The day goes by slowly. When everyone has gone home, Derek goes to his kitchen with a cordless phone.

Derek starts to cook. He had gotten a few pointers from a female employee, in fact she was the one who actually started cooking. Honeyed-ham, green beans, and pineapples would be ready within an hour and a half. He picks up the phone and dials Ella's number.

Derek hangs up the phone, continuing to cook. When everything is ready, he goes upstairs and dresses nicely. Not anything like a full suit, but a nice, long sleeved button-up shirt and a nice pair of slacks with black shoes.

*Ella rings the down stairs bell to Derek's apartment. And waits for him to answer.*

Derek opens his door, taking a good look at Ella. "You look amazing." He says, letting her into his home. "You like roses, right?"

*Ella smiles and spins for him.* Yes I do love roses, and you look very nice too.