[See, this is something he doesn't mind - there's a comfort to the hustle and bustle to the city that sits pleasantly with him. As much as he can't stand the City, there's something to the controlled chaos of a lived-in place that he naturally draws to. A place is only as much as the people who live there.]
[His own gaze casts over the options, rolling over signs, storefronts, gaggles of people. A nod is what he gives her, even as his own look is pensive.]
It has a night life. I suppose this place never sleeps. [A beat.] Anything in particular catch your eye?
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[His own gaze casts over the options, rolling over signs, storefronts, gaggles of people. A nod is what he gives her, even as his own look is pensive.]
It has a night life. I suppose this place never sleeps. [A beat.] Anything in particular catch your eye?
[He's not picky. He almost never is.]