Dinner? Vesper nearly declined. She could eat with the rest of the tour like always. She still wasn't sure what she thought about the gifted man and was prone to either avoid him or keep an eye on him out of professional curiosity. Yet as she was about to say no she was hit with a sudden emotion. Boredom.

The tour had been going fine so far and though there was a decent amount of people here, it was awfully repetitive with the long days of travel. What did she have to lose really? Othello was at least something different than the rest of the Nevermeren soldiers and/or nobles around.

So with a sigh she begrudgingly agreed and step thudded her way after Ariel to meet with Othello. "You're quite persistent, aren't you?" she said once in ear shot of the man.

Othello grinned at the familiar yet sexy sound of Vesper's old peg leg, he gave his fried potatoes a final mix as the bored tantalizing sexy creature spoke. Othello whipped around with a very dapper smile looking at Vesper over the tip of his nose, "My Lady, for once in my life I see someone I want...so please forgive my apparent persistence," Othello jumped to pull a chair out, he just wanted here that thump, step, "A seat? Wine? I prepared dinner myself, a classic when my life was on a boat," he stared at her like a lovestruck puppy.

Vesper narrowed her eyes at his insinuation that his interest in her was a rarity. "Hmm, I find that hard to believe." Her impression of him so far was that he more likely to be the kind of man who often chased after women. His success in the matter...was debatable. Though she could see him having thrived with the women of Coheed. He seemed just the sort of brute that would appeal to them. If they even had a choice in the matter. She supposed that part was debatable but she could also see him as someone who wouldn't mind breaking the rules just to get under a woman's skirt.

She limped her way towards the seat he pulled out. As much as she refused to admit it, it was always nice to get off her feet when she had to walk around with her false leg. "Wine. A tall glass if you don't mind," she said emotionlessly as she sat. "You prepared this yourself?" she asked. She hadn't expected that.

Othello visibly blushed at her comment, hard to get, that was so Vesper and so denial. The man was hardly wounded continuing to oblige her wish and while he was shirt on tall glasses he sat the open bottle on the makeshift table which was just a collection of mix matched logs, "We only have bottle size my lady, and that's an aged apricot wine," a private stash he knicked from the military ball and hid away at the barracks, "And you seemed surprised? As I said, I'm a man of culture, and dogs learn new tricks all the time...," Othello took the other seat nodding to Barty and Ariel who shared a tired glance before setting in to make their plates, "Potatoes, Inquisitor, are the fruits of life I've been told...fried...baked...souped...kind of an aphrodisiac...per say," Othello sat back crossing a leg over the other, "why'd you accept my invitation? I'm rather curious."

Vesper eyed the bottle as he set it down, unsure how she felt about drinking straight out of it. Apricot seemed interesting though and she did feel like she might need it to get through this night. So fuck it. She took the bottle and drank a large swallow before going back again for a more proper sip this time so that she might enjoy the flavor. "Hmm," she expressed, the sound hinting of approval. It was rather nice she had to admit.

She raised her brow at the idea of potatoes being an aphrodisiac. As a potion maker who had done years of research into the qualities of all sorts of things, she was most certain that they certainly were not, but she didn't rain on his parade about it either as he asked why she was here.

She sat back in her seat a bit, her fingers playing with the bottle of wine that was still in front of her. "Because you are rather curious," she replied. "And because I have nothing else to do." She was being stubborn and she knew it, but she didn't really know another way to be.

Othello looked smug and he smirked scratching his bearded chin, "Interesting," was currently his only reply but he truthfully was throughly satisfied he felt he peeling back the layers of his dear Vesper, "I won't deny that I am an oddity, a rare man. It's mystery I'll admit but if anyone can...solve this enigma of a man," he leaned forward grinning with all his wolf like teeth, "It's you."

Relaxing again Othellos large hands tapped the top of the table, "I wish to...court you my dark lady."

A simple forward intention.

Vesper muttered a simple 'hmm' at the idea that she might be able to 'solve the enigma'. Perhaps she could but did she care to? What would be the benefit other than scratching a mere curiosity? Maybe nothing, and she wasn't the kind to waste her time on frivolities and curiosities.

She'd been taking another sip of the wine when he just came right out with what he wanted and she coughed in surprise, her hand moving to her chest as she cleared her throat and stared at him. "Excuse me?" she asked as if she hadn't hear him right.

Othello smirked before he himself took the bottle of shared wine and took a hearty drink. Oh she had heard him and to his surprise she was surprised just as stupid it seemed feigning as if she hadn't heard him.

Sitting the wine back down closer to her, "I'm sorry my lady if I didn't speak clear enough...I...would...like to...court you," he said it slower this time.

Vesper's eyes narrowed in frustration as he repeated himself. Either he was trying to hint that he thought her to be some kind of idiot or that he himself didn't understand that she was asking for more clarification or...hell, anything. She didn't know what she expected him to say exactly but either insinuation he was currently making was not one she was pleased with.

So instead of asking for any potential clarifying questions she leaned back in her seat. "I do not wish to be courted," she stated simply.

Othello wasn't defeated, in fact he leaned back in his seat balancing on the back legs smirking, "So married then? Jump right into it eh?"

The pure audacity of this man! She had certainly never met anyone quite like him. Of course she didn't actually take his statement seriously. Only a fool would make that assumption and really believe it to be true. "What exactly would you expect to get out of such an arrangement, Champion of Nevermere. I am well into my spinster lifestyle. I would not dote on you like a sweet little wifey. I would not bare you children. So why do you have interest in a woman like me in the slightest?" she asked, irritation still at the forefront of her tone.

"Pfft doted on? I don't want that and I don't want children! I want a pretty woman by my side, someone who might make me a little more presentable around Nevermere, someone I can say...hey that's my wife, she made me the man I am," Othello stood up knocking his chair back, "I like you Vesper and that's what I'll get out of this; someone I like. Someone to push back against a whimsical fucker like me but if it's no then it is what it is...I won't bother you no more."

Vesper looked up at him as he stood but remained where she was in her chair, sitting against the back with a stiff spine and a sense of authority regardless of her current lower position. "So you're looking for a relationship to benefit your standing in society who you happen to not hate?" she asked. "Like a typical arranged marriage situation?" she asked. This time it wasn't accusing but actually looking to understand.