@zauberin:
Often dictated by his distinguished poise and penchant for extreme self-mastery, Ambrosius met Arturia's jest regarding his age with a rather tame reaction, one of appropriate humor expressed by the ghost of faint laughter, "Hm, I should have known", he remarked, subtly shaking his own head, a temperate smile succinctly stretching across his stately features. The seductress' voiced uneasiness with the psionic exploration of her mind was understandable, it was a distaste shared by the Portuguese illusionist, one that encouraged him against protesting Arturia's dismissal of his suggestion. "That's fine. I wouldn't welcome anyone peering into my mind as well, even you". Shrugging unapologetically with respect to his unveiled fascination with ostentatious architecture, Ambrosius tersely touched on the subject.
"I come from a rather small city with nothing particularly great about it. It's difficult not to be occasionally captivated by the aestheticism and artistry of infrastructural and architectural juggernauts like New York", he shared, momentarily shifting his emerald gaze towards a towering building a street across the park's entrance. Arturia's revelation of once sleeping on this very bench was quick to seize the sorcerer's attention, his eyes quickly meeting hers prior to briefly settling on the bench. "Well fortunately, I was fond enough of you to offer you a proper home as opposed to slumbering on the... finest benches of this world's cities", he smiled with mock but somewhat well-meaning benevolence. "Speaking of fondness, I believe I can give you your third gift here".
Atop his right hand's open palm, an onyx ring-case materialized through supernatural means, "No, this isn't going where it seems to be", Ambrosius quickly clarified, making an immediate effort in dispelling the implications one might expect from being offered a ring in such a manner. Allowing the minuscule case to open on it's own accord, a fourteen karat white gold ring featuring one emerald cut center diamond encompassed by fifty two round, brilliant cut diamonds arranged to aesthetic perfection. "There's nothing magical about the ring with the exception that it is stupidly expensive", he pointed out. At this point, he'd realized that she'd forgiven him for his abrupt absence, and he never truly intended to gift her the ring in an attempt to win her forgiveness with an empty financial gesture, it was simply put, a tenderhearted gesture. "You can't put a price on kindness and generosity, though the people at the jewelry store who sold me the ring made a commendable effort at it".
Lighting his Montecristo No. 2 Cuban cigar with a weakly conjured flame, the Portuguese indulges in a nonchalant inward suck prior to blowing a cloud of permeating smoke. "Shall we go home then, Arturia?", he inquired, "Not to offer any credibility to your jests about my age but, I really am quite tired".
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