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Who: Dr. Eric Dufosset

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What: A little romance, a little Paris.
Where: CITY OF LOVE
Warnings: Pre-warning for the potential of smut, currently just romantic in nature

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[Eric spots Blake the moment he enters the restaurant and stands swiftly from his perch within the entry room to cross over to the other man with a smile, leaning in to swiftly kiss him once on each trick.] Blake... a pleasure to see you again. I trust the world isn't about to end?

[It was a joke, mostly. But Eric did get the impression that slowing the other man down from his work would one day lead to a degree of apocalyptic inertia the likes the world had never seen.

Or so he thought, at least... the bloody French hypocrite.]

[ Blake smiles widely when he sees Eric as the kisses are exchanged and and well the question makes him chuckle a little. It isn't so long ago that part of his job had been trying to make sure the world as they knew it didn't end -- but that happened every few months so... Luckily, this is a much easier task -- not that anything to do with climate relations and such is easy but at least there was no imminent threat to the Secretary's life or the security of the United States. ]

Not today, in any case. [ He quips. ] You chose a nice location.

[Eric grins at the compliment.] Bah merci, Blake... I used to be quite familiar with Paris. Its where I attended my studies back when I was a young man.

[The two of them were lead to a discreet table towards the back, romantically lit with candles.] Wine? Are you allowed to take the edge off your sobriety for the evening? Before you answer I warn you its a huge diplomatic faux-pas to say no to wine offered by a Frenchman.

[ Blake waits until they are led to the table, a smile still on his lips when he takes in the table. It's private, which is nice for a variety of reasons -- Blake isn't as private as he is fully out of necessity but also intensely valuing it as well. Blake settles comfortably at the table, a quick cursory glance at their surroundings only further confirming that the restaurant is both nice and that their table is secluded. ]

I think that if the staff weren't allowed to drink we would all fall off the deep end. [ It's a mild joke and he actually tends to drinking coffee at all hours of the day but a glass of wine or two never harmed anyone. ]

I couldn't possibly turn you down.

[Eric just grins at that.] I know exactly how you feel... not that I should be touting that particular aspect of my profession, but I admit at times the only thing that gets me through a day of difficult appointments is a fine Cabernet Sauvignon.

[Which is exactly what he turns to the waiter and asks for a bottle of. Neither too expensive nor too modest, it was clear that Eric drank wine for pleasure, rather than to make any kind of statement about his own position in the world.] So tell me, rough week? How have my people been treating you and yours.

[ Blake is happy enough with the choice and he smiles at the comment and he supposes that most people need a little bit to get through the days at times. He tended to drinking it for pleasure rather than out of any necessity but he wouldn't be surprised if there were some that had flasks just to make it through the day. He wouldn't judge that too harshly if he knew but luckily enough if there was anyone with such struggles in his circle they were quite good at hiding it. That's a good thing since the press would have been a worry otherwise. ]

Oh, the French are quite even keel as they tend to be. [ Blake gives him a small but wry smile. ] Even with something between our two countries, China has managed to make itself a problem.

[ China was great at making itself a problem. ]

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