Lorenziol ignored him when he first spoke but narrowed his eyes warningly at the question. "I am not in the habit of telling my past to strangers, look it up in the library up there, I'm sure you'll find some information on me." he waved his hand, slouching back in his seat, still with a slight glare in his eyes.
"They are not all dull. I mean... take into account their music, and the confectionary... they have many assets, for all their failings," Micah protested, "You just have to know where to look."
The angel took a few more mouthfuls of his dessert, before turning to his mug of tea and finishing it off. "Are you really happy living and thinking like you do? Where did it go wrong for you?" Micah's smile faded, and he looked to Lorenziol almost sadly.
"Not particuarly." Lorenziol replied back. Finishing it off before licking his fingers with a catlike pleasure. If the angel wanted another he could order one, the Fallen wasn't about to go compensating him for lost sweets. It wasn't as if Michah had made an effort to stop him eating it afterall, he lounged back in his seat, stretching his legs out under the table.
"Humns are so dull, wouldn't you agree? I wonder how you can stand to be around them so much." At least without having fun with them, he smirked, glancing round at the other patrons of the cafe.
"Should I be?" Micah retorted, looking at his stolen caramel slice forlornly.
With a sigh, the angel took another bite out of his own, feeling comforted by the sweet taste. Lorenziol's natural (or unnatural, as the case may be) melody wasn't being particularly threatening currently - it was a good thing, considering the diffeernce there was likely to be between their power and abilities.
"You owe me a dessert now, but I don't suppose that emans much to you?" Micah smiled brightly, "Isn't it delicious?"
Lorenziol smirked, watching him before casually taking a caramel slice for himself, regardless of whether Michah protested. if he kicked up too much of a fuss the fallen could buy him another one, or kill him... either suited. He bit into the sweet food with a thoughtful expression as he mulled over his answer. "Hmmmm... boredom most likely. Why? Are you worried i'm here to cause trouble Michah?"
If Micah recognised the name, he didn't show it; his bright and breezy composure didn't faulter - at least, it seemed. "I'm Micah," he replied.
It wasn't all that likely Lorenziol would have heard of him - he was young and had no real titles yet, very much a student opposed to any master. Still, he was dedicated and talented, and was likely to move up status-wise within the next few years.
"What's someone like you doing here?" he then asked, pulling one of his caramel slices to him, before taking a bite.
He melted a little as he savoured the rich, sweet taste, looking rather content.
Lorenziol leaned forward, resting an elbow on the table, and it turn rested his head upon his hand. Brown eyes focused intently on the other, "Well thank you." he purred in that dark, richely toned voice. "I think i will try it." he waited for a waitress to approach him. Considering what he'd do next, might as well start out with introductions.
"My name is Lorenziol," he paused to see if the other recognised it. If his suspicions were correct he probably would, afterall his exit from heaven had been... rather dramatic. And his crimes rather drastic. "Pleased to meet you. Your name is?"
Micah smiled as the other took a seat, popping the crusted corner of his sandwich into his mouth and chewing upon it quietly. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes as the whispers surrounding the other became clear to Micah's senses, and the harsh words put him off a little.
Swallowing his food, he reached out to wrap his fingers around his mug of tea. "Oh, you just looked out of place, so I thought I'd offer you a seat and idle chatter." He took a sip of his drink, before pulling forward his dessert plate. "I really recommend the caramel slice. It's delicious."
Lorenziol easily caught the movement, odd that just as he noticed this man, he in turn was noticed by him. He tilted his head, as if pondering whether to join Michah when his mind was already made up. Perhaps two minutes passed before he pushed himself up, striding across to the other's table with a flirtatious roll in his hips. Sitting down as he smiled at Micah who seemed somewhat shy to say he'd invited him.
But Lorenziol knew not to be decieved by appearances, this being had an essence of purity about him that humans did not. A thing that was sickeningly familiar and well remebered. "Hello." he purred, "How can I help you?" as if he was just politely inquiring as to why he'd been summoned.
It was at first, the green hair more than anything that caight Micah's attention. He loved the bright colours of hair that were available these days, and green was such a rare choice. While Micah was coy in some respects, he didn't lack confidence, and wasn't afraid to be caught looking. It was a good thing, in fact, that his attention had been drawn, as he soon picked up on something even rarer than the green hair.
The world thrummed with the melody of life. People's souls formed a harmonious song, and this green-haired stranger was clearly not usual. He was discordant, and naturally, that meant something
"I wonder what words you have to whisper..." he murmured under his breath as if thinking out loud, before he nodded his head at the stranger and indicated to his table almost shyly.
He was in no rush as such.