"Mm. Yes, she used that line of Greg Matthews too, and you can imagine how that went over. At least you speak French." And was far less likely to try to kill Sarah Kagan with his brain, really, than Greg. "But thankfully, are not a girl. I wouldn't have been nearly as interested if you had been."

Though probably a Gaelle Shaw would have been very pretty, along the lines of his sister. "Green eyes are a mutation, I hear. But my mother has the same ones." Very light, like peridots, those less immediately striking with Bethany's blond hair and pale skin than with the coloring Carlos had inherited from his Mexican side. "I like yours, though," he said as he followed Gael down the steps. "Blue and a little green." Gold around the iris - not that Carlos had spent time staring into Gael's eyes, and learning the color.

They'd picked up a bottle of red wine on the way - though, probably, Carlos thought, Gael didn't really need more alcohol in him right now - and he raised a brow as he poured chianti into two glasses. "I'm familiar with it." Usually played it with equally awkward dates, though it had been a year or two. Was this an awkward date, he wondered with a bit of a smile, or just Gael feeling a little guilty that for all the time they'd spent together, they didn't know each other entirely well.

He took a sip of his wine and tilted his head to one side. It was quiet, as Gael had promised. "When did you decide you wanted to act?"