[Challenge flickers in his eyes as he holds hers, his sibylline smile lingering as he feathers a gloved finger slowly down the column of her throat, the shape of his fingernail, long and filed sharp, sharply delineated against leather.
Bold creature, he thinks.]
There are times... [He murmurs.] ...when impetuousity is most unwise.
[A soft giggle issues from him, anger seemingly forgotten for the moment.]
[He drawls softly, almost reassuringly, satisfied on some level by the infinitesimal hints of nervousness. For these are nuances in body language he is all too familiar with from years of laying siege to human settlements and coming to know death and the moments before very intimately.
He draws back slowly without turning, glancing aside only to collect his journal.]
[With a look of sly contentment spreading across his features, he dips his head acknowledgingly - and with gentility - as if to say, 'I am yours', tucking his book under his arm.]
Thank you kindly. 'til next we meet...
[With a mind not to linger any longer than he already has, he then turns on his heel and drifts down an aisle, disappearing.]
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Bold creature, he thinks.]
There are times... [He murmurs.] ...when impetuousity is most unwise.
[A soft giggle issues from him, anger seemingly forgotten for the moment.]
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I am merely speaking honestly.
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[He drawls softly, almost reassuringly, satisfied on some level by the infinitesimal hints of nervousness. For these are nuances in body language he is all too familiar with from years of laying siege to human settlements and coming to know death and the moments before very intimately.
He draws back slowly without turning, glancing aside only to collect his journal.]
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...We're reading The Princess Bride. For the Book Club. As I haven't yet set a date you might still have time to read it.
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Thank you kindly. 'til next we meet...
[With a mind not to linger any longer than he already has, he then turns on his heel and drifts down an aisle, disappearing.]