There was, Alistair was certain, not enough hours in the day to pursue those leisurely hobbies, even if the artist was certain that reading was perhaps not as high on his list as it was the young woman beside him. It was a sentiment she was all too quick to agree too as the pair made their way down the stairs of the apartment building and towards the lobby. The artist hardly expected for his conversational efforts to be turned back upon him, Carolina's query of how he spent his free time met with a measure of grumbling as he admitted that he really hadn't had much free time in the first place. Work during the day and training at night took up every spare hour that Alistair once had, leaving the man far more fit and yet with vastly less time to spend leisurely pursuing his interests. The man was all but oblivious of how telling his pauses were to the young woman, much less what such hesitation revealed on his thoughts of his rather busy schedule of late. It was her query of weather or not he liked that strict training regime that caused the artist to pause.

A small frown tugged at the corner of his features as he stepped onto the lobby floor of their apartment, only for his shoulders to lift in a brief shrug. "I don't know that I enjoy it but...it's a necessity. Sometimes being a hunter alone is enough for..." He paused, realizing how the words he had been moments from speaking might not necessarily be the best choice, considering she was one of those otherworldly creatures Alistair was tasked to protect humanity from. "Well...let's just say I've already met more than one vampire that wanted to kill me." The Hunter finished after a moment's thought, certain that this was something she might be able to understand without grievance. He continued onward, however, informing her of his musical inclinations, even if it had been some time since he had the chance to pick up the violin that felt like it was gathering dust in the corner of his bedroom. The emerald hue of his gaze shifted towards the woman next to him as she pushed open the front doors, only to comment upon her experience with the same instrument. A small hint of a simper crossed the man's features as she admitted that she quit after only a month, preferring the piano over the strings.

Alistair's head bobbed as Carolina inquired after those childhood lessons. "My sister and I went to a boarding school when we were kids. Music was a required part of the curriculum. She chose the flute. It suits her though, really." How very well the artist knew that very lifestyle his companion so abhorred. His school had held the same ideals, always encouraging their students to gain some new skill or talent in an effort to further enrich their potential. How he had tried to protest and rebel against that strict structure - at least until they had threatened to kick him from their school. Life there, after all, was far better than life at home. The Hunter purposefully turned his thoughts away from his youth, much preferring the present to that past as he inquired after the new Ark. The ship's appearance within the harbor had garnered it's fair share of attention, even from the Hunter Council. Alistair, in turn, had heard whispered rumors of the interior and the resumed fights, even if the luxury liner was far more difficult to enter than the dilapidated cargo ship he'd once stepped foot in. "I can't blame them, the thing looks....sleek." Alistair admitted, his own curiosity surely piqued. Nevertheless, he listened as she spoke of how happy she was to have life return to normal. Her own restlessness at the absence of the Ark had been...palpable the last time they had met.

Thankfully, Alistair was spared any need to respond as Carolina led him across a crosswalk and towards a bakery with a rather clear 'Now Open!' sign enthusiastically hanging within its front window. The name of the place, however, prompted the Hunter's brow to rise. Curious. He stepped into the establishment behind Carolina, his gaze sweeping over the brightly lit interior and towards the case of baked goods, all which seemed to hold the same feline theme. He hadn't noticed the small sign, nor the windowed room dominating the wall - his gaze entirely focused upon the coffee menu. At least, it was before a girlish squeal left the lips of the woman beside him, her hand reaching out to grab his arm. For a moment, he stared almost blankly at her before his eyes turned to offer the window and the plethora of cats beyond it with the same empty stare. A...cat...cafe? Animals were...not exactly Alistair's forte - a cat quite literally almost being the death of him. Still...she looked so...excited and...it wasn't in him to deny her that. "Do you want to...?" He inquired, leaving it entirely up to her.