"Not flattery if its true, but anyway, what do you want to know?"he asked.

Vixen shrugged. "Let's see...your age, height, weight, natural hair and eye color, date of birth, cup size, shoe size, suit size, material preference, favorite color and favorite food." She said, reading off the list of things he knew about her- and adding a few others in.

He waited a moment, walking over to a trash can. inside was a Key of Cocaine. Joseph took out a bit of Fugo Fish, and crushed it, pouring the blood on it. He then pushed Hikari out of site, watching the Dealer come, and hand it to Romonov, a Pit-boss for the Russian Mob. Moment the guy sniffed a line of it, he fell to the ground, dead. The Dealer ran off, and Joseph came out of hiding.

"I'm 23, My height is 6'3, I weigh 199 pounds, this is my natural hair color, and my eyes are blue. Next week is my birthday, so you should be able to tell my date of birth by what I've already told you. Cup size, I don't know, Shoe size, I'm a 9'5, suit size, I'm not sure, been forever since I wore a suit. "he said. "Material preference.......I really like Video Games. Favorite color is blue, and I'm not telling you my favorite food, that is way too risky. "he said, hinting that she might poison him.

Vixen laughed. "So it's okay for you to know mine? Well, I'll give you points for honesty. Alright, I'll wear the dress, but may I make a suggestion? Don't bring us anywhere too obvious. We're supposed to be out on a clandestine rendezvous, keeping it "secret" from my father. So no obvious places. Small, family owned places that no one would ever think to look in, except for my father's carefully informed spies."

"I have the perfect place. "he said, driving up to small, warm looking Restaurant. It was fancy, but only in it's own sense. "This is Bacchus. Bar, Restaurant, and place of Idle gossip. It's run by Under-cover cops primarily. We'll be hiding in a place where you father wouldn't bet to look. "he said.

Vixen chuckled. "Perfect. I'll ensure that he catches wind of our meeting, so that the ruse keeps up, but he won't be able to do a thing about it because of the management." She said. "You are thorough, I'll give you that much."

"Training."he said, putting an arm around her, and leading her in.

Playing her part perfectly, Vixen leaned slightly into him and put on the shy, innocent smile of a young girl in love. One who knew the real her might realize then that she could play any role, act out any character given to her. The thought was almost frightening, that she could be anyone at all.

Joseph nudged her, too look at one of her fathers men, watching in a corner. Joseph snuck a week, and sat down. "Sorry to bring you out here like this. I Just couldn't resist seeing you. "he said, smiling at her. "Order whatever you desire, It's my treat. "He said, Taking her 'jacket' off, and putting on the chair. He then pulled the chair open for her, and scooted it in. Joseph finally then sat down himself.

Vixen smiled charmingly as she sat down, thanking him for pulling her chair out. "Oh, it's no trouble at all. I wanted to see you, too." She said, her voice sweet as honey with a secret sealed inside. "It's so difficult to slip past my father's men, but you're worth it" She added conspiratorially, as if there was nothing quite so thrilling and dangerous as slipping past her father. Picking up the menu that was put in front of her, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Such a gentleman. I should warn you, I'm not one of those girls who eats like a bird on a date just to look good." She laughed. "If you're paying, I'm ordering something big, filling and unladylike." She told him, making the whole thing humorous with her smile.

"With what your father pays, I could easily suit your needs."he said, resisting the urge to turn the talk dirty. He had to keep a level of professionalism. "But by the fatherland, you look absolutely stunning. Your flawless skin, your beautiful, captivating eyes, and your voice....I'm like a fly trapped in honey."he said.

Placing one hand demurely over her mouth, Vixen laughed the enchanted giggle of an enamored girl, a sound like bells. "You do know how to charm, don't you? But thank you, I had hoped you'd like it. You look rather dashing yourself, just like a fairy tale prince. I keep waiting for the shining armor and white horse." She replied. Her eyes told him that she knew exactly what he was resisting saying, and that she was resisting the same impulse.

"Is it ironic i actually own a horse? My sister and mother own a ranch of them on the outskirts."he said. "After dad passed, we decided to get out of the city. We took in the runts of a group of stallions, which the owners intended to Euthenize. We've never had a better set of horses. My girl, Salieri, I raised from birth. We've been friends for 4 years."he said

This time, Vixen's smile was real. "That's amazing. You really are lucky. I've always loved horses, and I always wanted one, but my father says it's not practical. He wants my attention clearly focused on what he says, rather than on caring for an animal." She said, a hint of resentment creeping into her tone. She blinked, flipped her hair back, and went back into flirt mode. "So your girl, I don't suppose she's pure white, just like a fairy tale?" She asked, as if the previous moment had never happened.

"Sure as lack of sun in this city, she is."he said. Handing her a picture. It showed him, at age 18, next to a beautiful white Stallion. "Also, you're your own women, its your choice. If want, i can take you there to visit. The area is very......isolated."he said, meaning they'd be by themselves. Vixen's fathers informant stood up, and left.

Vixen did an excellent job of pretending not to notice the goon leaving. Looking at the picture, she smiled. "I would love to visit, thank you. And she's beautiful." She said, handing the picture back to him.

((You do know that a stallion is a MALE horse, right?))

(mhm, I'm just saying that's a female for Roleplay sake. A Female Horse is a Mare, correct?)

"She'd love the company. Get's lonely with just the three of us. "he said, putting the picture away.

((Yes. Quick rundown: Neutered male horse= Gelding. Unfixed male horse= Stallion. Female horse= Mare. Newborn male= foal, newborn female= filly. Unfixed male under 4 years old= Colt.))

"So, how many horses do you have there? Do you breed them? Do you compete?" She asked. Clearly they had hit upon one of her deep interests.

"We have about 14, We try to keep it a lucky number. "He said. "We Normally get breeds from different farms, though we let it be their choice, we don't force breed. Also, No, We don't compete. I see no point using them for other peoples entertainment, but their own. "he said.

Vixen nodded. "That makes sense. I've always enjoyed watching horse competitions, but I hate it when the horses are clearly unhappy. I think, if the human and the horse have a good relationship and both want to work together and compete, then it's great. But if one doesn't want it, then all bets are off." She said, taking a sip of the water that had been provided.

"I've been good with animals since as long as I can remember. My personal favorite are Dogs."he said.

Vixen smiled. "I'm a dog person, myself. I used to have a dog. A beautiful husky named Kara- she was my mother's. She died when I was young, though." She said, taking out a picture and showing it to him.

((Shoutout to the husky we had when Wolfie was young. She was like a second mother....))

"I had a German Shepard. Beautiful dog. I had to take her to be put down, after a stroke. I held her paw til the end."he said.

(Shout out to Asia. Couldn't ask for a better dog)

Vixen smiled sadly. If one were to look closely enough, they might think they saw unshed tears in her eyes. "It always hurts to lose them. But even though there is pain, it's worth it to spend that time with them while they're alive." She said.

((This is Kara And This))

"It hurt, I cried when they put her down, but I'm proud of myself. I had the guts to be with her too the end, not many others can say the same. "he said.

(I can't give a picture. Sorry, but it's more due to personal reasons. Infighting in my family)