Standing outside of Ylsa's apartment, Paul tugs on his clothes a touch nervously. Wearing a handsomely tailored outfit in warm browns and greens, he looks both stylish and natural. Hazel eyes, with colors all round to compliment them, spark as he raises his hand to the buzzer. Dinner and breakfast seem to be the meals that Ylsa and Paul share frequently these days, and while her apartment has a tendency to put him slightly on edge with all of it's perfect purity, somehow it seems more discreet than for her to constantly be spending the night over on the Wing. It's none of Sinjon's business, but somehow, with the Horansi being so much better and purer than thou, Paul feels more at ease spending the evening, and perhaps the night, at Ylsa's for a change. With a smile full of promise he press