"Oh, I don't know. Good things come to those who wait...isn't that what they say?" he said, no trace of the encroaching rush pounding through his body noticable in his voice. He could feel his heart beginning to race and his hands starting to sweat, and wished desperately that he could get control of himself. He honestly didn't know how long he could stand here and just talk to her.

"You wanted the box, I'm guessing?" he asked, moving out of her way. "Nothing in there is my color."