Mark laughs at the look on Nadia's face as she thinks. "Oh, shit. Seems like I planted a mischievous thought in that pretty head. Should I be worried for next time now?" he says teasingly, laughing along with her. He smiles as he holds her gaze again, pouring a little wine into her glass to finish the bottle before he takes a drink of his water. "I'm learning, Nads. I'm trying out all my best moves here...how am I doing?" He was clearly joking, but Mark really was pushing the boundaries of his own personality with Nadia, which was testament to how much he was into her. He was normally shy and quiet, but she brought out the very best in him. He shakes his head gently at the fact she won't accept a compliment, smiling again at the fact she didn't see herself as that attractive. There was something sweet about that. When she compliments him in return, he smiles and looks down, running his finger around the rim of his glass. "Thank you. You're too kind, Nadia. Always seeing the best in me, huh?" He says, trying his best to hide the smile. Because of his nature he had never been subject to too many compliments, but to hear them from Nadia made him incredibly happy. "I know, right? I jumped on that bandwagon at the right time," he winks. "How about you? Have you been in GirlSpice from the start?"

Mark laughs and shrugs as if to agree with her, giving her a wink. "What can I say, Nads? Clearly I'm stuck in the 50s anyway. Give me more than three TV channels and I'm anyone's," he laughs. When she mentions him being in shape, he looks down at himself and pats his stomach. "Really? I should really tip my tailor," he says with a laugh. In truth, Mark was in decent shape, even if he pretended not to be. "That's true, actually. I guess dudes in music are generally not blessed with Becks bods, eh? Well apart from those in boybands." He chuckles and smiles at her. "That's nice. I've always had similar with Scott. I always tell myself to appreciate it because you never know when you can lose your friend. Oh really? Man, I thought you would be like bridesmaid in charge...or whatever you call those..." he laughs at the thought of a caption competition with the picture of them. "Sounds fun. Go on then, what would your caption be?" he asks. He knew it was putting her on the spot, but it sounded fun. "I'd go with "Mark Talley finally discovers rockstar ego - hires popstar to was his face." He laughs at his own joke again. When she agrees to another date with him, he smiles warmly. He was glad it was going well and that Nadia wanted to go out again. "Awesome! I better get my thinking cap on then, huh? Can't be taking my beautiful girlfriend out on just any old boring date!" He chuckles and finishes his profiteroles, putting the spoon down. "Challenge accepted....and completed," he laughs.

Mark raises his eyebrows at Nadia's glare, chuckling at her. "I'll watch my back," he jokes. "In fact, I'll be sleeping with the fucking light on!" He laughs and shakes the bottle to show it's empty. "You've had it all, I'm afraid, m'dear." Mark laughs and nods with a smile when she says she's impressed. When they first met, he was a nervous wreck, even so at the first few moments of this date, but he felt like they were getting on great now, which was important to Mark. He always thought of Nadia as massively confident in herself, but she had been nervous as well, and it was nice they were so easy around each other now. He shakes his head again at her compliment. "Hey, just wait til you see me in the morning without my makeup on and my hair not done," he says with a little grin. He looks up and catches her eye again. He often felt they were both thinking the same thing, and it made him chuckle a little. "You're wonderful, Nadia. I have to say I'm glad you called us to play on that track with you guys....it was a good pay day...I'm joking..I'm joking. I'm really glad I got to meet you." He shrugs a little and smiles. "The start, huh? The stories you could tell!" He nods. "You four are like a legacy now. It's always been impressive to me."

"What can I say? Since I became a rockstar I indulge my inner diva from time to time. If I'm not shouting at roadies I'm demanding Channel 5 so I can watch Big Brother and Family Affairs in my onesie." He laughs and again looks down at his own body. "I reckon so. They're just kids after all," he jokes. "You though....you could give anyone a run for their money. No Photoshop needed for you, Nads." He smiles and relaxes back in his seat. This had been the essence of their whole relationship so far, and the reason Mark thought it was working for them both. With Layla, he always felt a little under pressure, but with Nadia he felt like they were just so comfortable and happy around each other that everything just seemed to slot into place nicely. "Awww come on. I'm sure she'll make you the maid of honour. The girl's always looked up to you," he says with a smile. When she says her caption, he laughs hard, causing other diners to turn and look at him. He lifts a hand in apology. "Damn, Nads....that was harsh," he teases. "You win this round," Mark chuckles. "Next time we can....actually, I'll keep it a surprise. I know what we can do though," he says with a grin, sure his idea for the next date would impress. When she finishes her dessert and thanks him, Mark nods and smiles. "No problem, mon cherie," he chuckles. "Anything for such a beautiful girlfriend." He takes his wallet out of his pocket, and it's almost spilling over with cash. "I don't pay with card," he explained. "I'm a bit paranoid of someone hacking me or...you know?" he laughs and puts a large wad of money on the table. He wasn't flash or showing off, just incredibly generous. "Shall we?" he asks Nadia with a smile.

Mark laughs and shakes his head. "Hey if you go around houses threatening that people better watch their back you might get a record number of candy apples," Mark teases. "I might even dress up for Halloween this year. I think I'd make a belting new age vampire. What do you reckon?" He smirks, trying not to laugh. "Tip a tub of glitter on my head and I'll be good to go." He smiles when she pouts at the empty wine bottle, glad Nadia was having a good night. "If you wake up to my face in the morning, you'll be thinking you've just walked into the set of the Walking Dead," Mark jokes. "I'm sure you look radiant in the morning as always," he smiles, remembering the times working with Nadia. "I know. I expected to come in, play some guitar and leave. I'm glad it wasn't like that though. If I was a romantic I'd say it was meant to be," he winks. "But seriously, you helped me a lot. I've never been more glad to meet anyone in my life." He shudders a little again at the drumstick story, before smiling and nodding. "There are many. Many. One day I'll document it all on Buzzfeed. NSFW of course," he winks, laughing when she pokes him. "You really have done well. I always like to look back at my career. Some of the things we've achieved blows my mind."

"It's the diva lifestyle dahling," Mark says in a really bad exaggerated accent," laughing at his own attempt. "Wow that was lame!" he says, poking fun at himself, before smiling at how cute she looked when she blushed at his compliment. "Oh come on, Nads! Surely they don't need to touch up your pictures. That's like adding an Instagram filter to a Van Gogh - no need when the original is already so beautiful." He smiles at her. "Ah I'm sure she'll include you. I heard the way she gushes over your friendship before!" he says. When she laughs along with him, Mark feels more at ease, despite the looks from other diners. An older couple with clearly no idea who either of them is glares at Mark. "I think we upset the locals, Nadia," he says, nodding towards them with a cheeky grin. "Guess money really doesn't make some people happy." He smirks at the confused look in her eyes when he won't reveal the date. "I'm a dark horse at times. I like to retain some mystery, you know?" he winks. "It'll keep you on your toes and not getting bored with me," he chuckles and nods at the money. "Hey if you can't treat a beautiful girl then what's the point of even having money?" Mark smiles and grabs his things before he stands and offers Nadia his hand.

"Really? Wow.....I'm gonna have to reevaluate this if you hate candy apples," he jokes. "What candy's your favourite then?" He laughs. "I think I will. I'm not going anywhere though. I'll just stay at home and piss about with Instagram filters that show off my glitteriness." Mark chuckles. "You should dress up and we could hit a cool party....if you want.." he smiles. "That's true. It would need to be a bad bad ass zombie to have hair like this." He winks. "You in the morning? I imagine you still look exactly the same," he chuckles. "No matter, you'd be beautiful anyway," he says with a smile. "I'm romantic? You really think so?" He thinks for a moment. "I guess I probably am. I find myself a bit old fashioned with things like this. Like I really try my best to wow. I suppose I'm the odd one out compared to all these kids who go dating online and sexting on Facebook or whatever they do," he laughs and nods in agreement when she says they had needed each other. "Don't tell me you're a Buzzfeed fan? I think I like you even more, if that was possible," he laughs. "I've nearly wasted entire days on that website."

Mark applauds Nadia's accent. "Much better, duuude," Mark says in a rather more typical New York accent. It wasn't the way he spoke, but it sounded a little more comical. "You know I've never had tea before. Any good?" He chuckles and then shrugs when she laughs at his comparison. "Well you know when they say someone's "no oil painting"? I think you are an oil painting. A work of art," he says. "Cheesy to say I know, but hey I like my compliments," he says with a smile. He laughs at Nadia's reaction to the older couple. "Mortified. I bring you out for dinner and..." he laughs, unable to keep a straight face. "Dark and mysterious is always cool. You ain't seen nothing yet, Nads. Some days I even wear sunglasses in doors." He raises his eyebrows as if to suggest she should be impressed. He waves a little at the waiter and walks for the door holding Nadia's hand. "No problem, Nads. I had a wonderful time. As always with you." He hands his valet ticket over along with a tip outside.

"Ahhh....the face again," he laughs. "Fiiiine, you can stick around," he jokes, smiling at her again. "Those sound like expensive candies. I haven't even heard of a Ferrero Rocher never mind a....Rafaello was it? I'll see if I can get my hands on some." He makes a mental note, reminding himself to treat Nadia to her favourite chocolate some time. "I agree. First time I tried British chocolate, seriously I was like 'I don't give a shit if I get diabetes, I'm eating my own body weight in this.' American chocolate is bitter." He laughs at her suggestion. "A good evening? Sure, if you like looking at a pasty American covered in glitter pouting at himself in the mirror....wait...vampires don't have reflections. You will need to be there after all Nads." He laughs. "Sounds good then. I'm sure with out combined power we can find somewhere suitably A-list to attend. No riff-raff for us," he winks before laughing a little, and blushing at the thought of seeing Nadia first thing in the morning. "I'd bet on it. And I'm not even a gambler," he says, squeezing her hand softly. "Maybe some day I can give you the answer though," he chuckles. This was about as close to a suggestive joke as Mark was likely to get for now. He was conscious that he didn't want to blow it with Nadia. When she calls him romantic, he smiles warmly. "It's easier to be romantic when faced with someone special you want to spend time with so much," he says. He meant it as well. Romance wasn't something he was all that familiar with, but with Nadia he wanted to make a real effort, and he found it came natural as he tried to make her happy.

Mark looks a little taken aback by her reaction, chuckling softly. "I'm a black coffee sort of guy, Nads. New York born and bred. It's the only drink you can get that doesn't contain alcohol. I've been wired on caffeine for about 20 years." He smirks. "Let's have a tea party then," he chuckles. "Scott used to drink....Earl Grey...that's tea right?" he laughs. For a brief second, he actually worries he has offended her and shakes his head. "God, no. You have flawless skin. FYI though, this is your introduction to the other Mark Talley - that awkward dude who always puts his foot in it." He bows and holds his hand out. "Nice to meet you, Nadia Berry." He chuckles and nods. "Sunglasses inside indeed. Sometimes I leave my coat on as well. I don't even care about feeling the benefit when I go outside..." he says with a laugh when she poke him, nudging her gently with his hip as they walk. He smiles at the paps and shakes his head. "Resilient little buggers, hey? What are they expecting us to do?" He sighs and opens the car door for her before making his way around and getting in the other side.

"I'll bet it does, dear," he says with a little chuckle. "You got me in one," he laughs and wets his lips. "They sound bloody lovely. I'll need to seek them out. Not that I eat much chocolate though. It takes me to eat sometimes when I have a cig constantly stuck in my mouth." He laughs. "Ah come on now, it would take a lot for you to lose that figure, Nads." When she mentions Ke$ha, Mark's mouth falls open in mock disbelief. "How dare you..." he says with a cheeky look on his face. "I have much better tits than Ke$ha, Ms Berry. And I look like I've had a bath in the last few weeks as well," he winks. He sounds pleased that she agrees to go to the party with him. They seemed to have made plans for about 8 different dates already tonight, but Mark thought that was sort of cute. It showed they were both interested. "A terrible habit Nad. Terrible. I'll bet I'm right though." When she smiles and says maybe, he turns a little red again, trying not to blush. He was finding it easier to be more upfront with her, but it still didn't mean he didn't get embarrassed about it a little. "Me too. It'll be good fun," he promises.

Mark laughs at her reaction to his coffee habits. "That sounds like a deal to me. Is there caffeine in tea or do I need to bring a flask of coffee?" he winks. "And then after that, come to my house and we'll have a New York coffee party. It's less nice than yours - we just swear at each other and refill our cups after every mouthful." He chuckles. "Tea sounds good though. I'm always open to new things. I'll get me a bowler hat and a briefcase as well," he winks. He laughs when he realises Nadia was joking, pretending to wipe sweat from his brow. "Tell Nadia I said that is duly noted," he says, saluting a little. "Well you know, rock star and all that jazz. I have to say...fuck the system, sometimes," he says with a wink. Once Mark is in the car, he sighs and looks over at her. "We made it," he smiles before he starts the car. As they pull out, some paps start to chase the car. He shakes his head. "Look at them...bloody vultures."

"Then I'm doomed, Nads. I can tell you're going to have me under your spell, huh?" He shakes his head a little, knowing that he would most likely do anything for her anyway. He thinks for a moment. He wondered if the use of "cancer sticks" was a way Nadia was trying to put him off smoking. If so, he thought it was cute. "I'm going to have to give my vote to Belgium. Those Lindt Lindor things. The little balls with liquid chocolate inside? I'd eat them all day every day." He winks at her. "Ah come on now, Nads. You know you wouldn't get fat. Not with the amount you go to the gym." He smirks at her. "Yeah, you don't wanna be dating Ke$sha. You would wake up in the morning not knowing if you were next to her or P Diddy.....apparently." He laughs aloud. "You've got a good deal managing to tie down Mark Talley, alright," he jokes. When she says she always has fun, Mark smiles at her and nods. "Me too, dear. It's always an amazing night when I'm with you." He smiles at her, leaning a little closer. He was already really looking forward to their next date.

"Really? More than coffee? I might have to adopt a new drink if that's the case." He pretends to note down Nadia's choice of how to take tea on his hand. "Got it, Nads. I always heard from British people that you can tell a lot about people from how they take their tea. What does that say about you?" He smiles and then laughs at her assertion. "A Clockwork Orange? Well I can assure you that if I wear a bowler hat I'm not off to do any Alex DeLarge style raping. I do enjoy singing in the rain though." He laughs. When Nadia gets in the car and tries to shield herself from the paps, Mark is quite intrigued. She was clearly very media savvy, something she had no doubt had to learn when she joined the band. Mark couldn't even fathom the sort of unwanted attention they had to face. "Really? What do they do in America? These ones seem pretty intense already."

"Witch? No, not at all. But with those pretty eyes and that little innocent look I can't help but think you have something wicked planned for me," he says jokingly. He felt comfortable joking with her now - certainly a lot more than earlier when he felt he had to keep telling her when he wasn't serious. The talk of a cigarette, if anything, actually made Mark want one a little more - it had been a while. But the fact Nadia even mentioned them in a negative light made him smile. He had never even considered stopping before. It had just been a fixture of his life for so long. "Really? Sickly? Man I could wolf that entire box in like a minute. If I ever go to Belgium, ready your Photoshop because I won't come back in good shape. Those things are a weakness." He laughs. "I would rather wake up next to....P Diddy than Ke$ha. At least he looks clean," Mark laughs. When she shushes herself, he presses his finger against her lips as well, chuckling. Looking down when she squeezes his hand, Mark grins. He looks up at her. "You know something? You're really great," Mark says nervously. It was all he could think to say, but it was the truth.

"Noted then. Make me a black tea and we'll be alright. I dread to think what I'd be like if I wasn't filled with caffeine constantly. I think I've got that used to it I'd probably drop from withdrawal symptoms." It was funny, but for a guy with a total refusal to drink or do drugs, Mark was highly addicted to two things in life - caffeine and tobacco - he rarely went any length of time without either. "I got it. I'm gonna ask for tea every time I meet an English person now and silently judge them on it. That includes you by the way," he winks. "You don't get off tea judgement just for being my girlfriend." He chuckles. "Singing in the rain? Nadia, dear, I'm a regular Gene Kelly. I swing on a lamp post with the very best of them." He laughs a little as he listens to her talk about the media. Thankfully he had never been a target - at least not until he started dating Nadia. But it was a small price to pay to be with her. He screws his face up a little when she talks about American paparazzi. "So I've got that to look forward to then? I welcome it with open arms," he says with a little nervous laugh. "I feel for you though, Nads. What's that like....eight, nine years of constant harrassment? Lord knows how you do it." He smiles across at her as they keep driving along the road.

"The prettiest eyes," Mark smiles. He found it cute that his little compliments still seemed to take her by surprise even now. She genuinely was that humble. "I believe you, Nads. And not even because I'm scared," he winks. When she mentions eating bats, Mark laughs loudly and shakes his head. "Bats? We aren't Ozzy Osbourne, Nads. Metal is a hell of a lot more metrosexual now. If some of the old guard saw our rider demand they would seriously freak out. Red wine, Brylcreem, two chai lattes, Scott's goat's cheese salad. And my cigs of course." He laughed as he thought about it. It was true, Blood of Wecz were a lot less macho than metal bands generally liked to portray themselves, but it was probably part of the reason they had stood out from the crowd. He smiles when she compliments him. "Thanks," he says with a cheeky little grin. "That's really sweet of you."

"I have. Apparently once when I was just a toddler my mom found me in the pantry eating the granules with a spoon. No joke. I bet I've been wired since then." He laughs. "And I know what you're thinking - who was a bloody pantry? - if you had an Italian mother you'd understand." He chuckles. Mark loved his caffeine fixes, even if he knew it wasn't good for him, nor was his cigarette addiction. It always just seemed it was something he would deal with in the future. "Deal. I want it in one of those little china cups as well, though. Oh and I have a question. What is a hobnob? Someone offered me one once in a coffee store and I thought it sounded sexually violent so I left without my coffee...." he chuckles. "Yeah, believe it or not I can actually dance a little. I'll show you sometime." He smiles at her again as she mentions the media. "It certainly does, Nads. Really? Who's worse off than you?" He smiles, deciding not to mention that he had been quite a target for the gutter press since they posted their blogs - it didn't bother him all that much and it was definitely worth it.

Mark nods. "Good. It is the truth after all. So beautiful," he says with a little smile. The look on her face told Mark she was pleased to hear him say nice things about her. She was very humble, so it was nice from time to time to see that one of his compliments, all of which were absolutely honest, resonated with her. It made him happy to see Nadia smile. When they first met, she didn't seem to smile much - nor did Mark, but the thing that bonded them together more than anything was the way they had been there for each other and helped to heal the wounds. He laughs a little. "Oh maybe in real metal bands they do, but Scott and I...we're 'sell outs'....apparently," he winks and laughs a little when she talks about his rider demand. "Like I say Nads, I'm an absolute diva. You should see my house. There's more brylcreem in there than at the factory. What's your rider demands then?" When she compliments his smile, Mark grins at her. "Thank you. You make me smile like that," Mark replies.

He laughs at her reaction and nods. "I know, right? I guess I got the taste for it back then. Lord knows why they kept letting me drink it though." He laughs. "Oh you do? Does that mean you're a good cook then? Sounds like I might be into a winner," he jokes. "If you can cook, I swear you will be my mom's favourite person. It's the one reason she dislikes me," he says with a little laugh. His mom loved him really. When she says a hobnob is a biscuit, Mark looks even more confused, before he finally puts two and two together and starts laughing. "Ohhhhhh, shit you mean a cookie?" He laughs hysterically. "That makes sense now. The best I thought it was gonna be was like when people say "do you want a wet willie?" At worst it could have been a lot more dangerous." He winks. "Next time I'll have a hobnob then." He smiles a little as he watches her. "Twerk? You mean like the Cyrus girl? I tell you what, get yourself a Bettlejuice suit and I'll twerk all over ya," he winks. "But nah....I had to learn to dance....ummm...once before.." he smiles, not wanting to mention that he had taken dancing lessons for his wedding. "I just got interested from there and took a few classes in it." He smiles a little as the car pulls up in front of Nadia's house. He was kinda sad the night was coming to an end but he was trying to put a brave face on it. "I guess they all have it worse yeah. If all we have to do is put up with some assholes with cameras and reporters prying...I guess we can't complain too much, huh?" He smiles across at her.