[He can almost hear a laugh - almost. It's "almost hearing" enough to know he isn't really, and that the words that come next (You're on your own now, Hero) are just as not-real.
He has made his living and kept his life by being observant, even if he's not the most skilled at reading why someone's posture might change. He'd mis-stepped again, letting himself say that first part out loud. He may be misreading what she's said, may be seeing irritation at the invocation of someone not here where there is none. Really, he deserves a kick for that. But he is on his own, and if Gwendolyn were really with him, she led him here.
This is a house of nightmares. He has been reduced to combing the worst snarls from his hair using flatware. The two of them are not alone - and perhaps it's that last that actually pushes him to it, that lets him square his shoulders and grin.]
Never mind what I said, any of it. I can hold that power back, Krone. You said I had good legs for dancing - how much do you know of the dances of my homeland?
[He has no cloak to whirl off and toss away, but the theatrical flourish of the way he extends a hand towards her illustrates well enough what he'd have done before that were he able.]
Between the pair of us, even if you were to start off just mirroring my lead, that on the floor can be splinters.
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[He can almost hear a laugh - almost. It's "almost hearing" enough to know he isn't really, and that the words that come next (You're on your own now, Hero) are just as not-real.
He has made his living and kept his life by being observant, even if he's not the most skilled at reading why someone's posture might change. He'd mis-stepped again, letting himself say that first part out loud. He may be misreading what she's said, may be seeing irritation at the invocation of someone not here where there is none. Really, he deserves a kick for that. But he is on his own, and if Gwendolyn were really with him, she led him here.
This is a house of nightmares. He has been reduced to combing the worst snarls from his hair using flatware. The two of them are not alone - and perhaps it's that last that actually pushes him to it, that lets him square his shoulders and grin.]
Never mind what I said, any of it. I can hold that power back, Krone. You said I had good legs for dancing - how much do you know of the dances of my homeland?
[He has no cloak to whirl off and toss away, but the theatrical flourish of the way he extends a hand towards her illustrates well enough what he'd have done before that were he able.]
Between the pair of us, even if you were to start off just mirroring my lead, that on the floor can be splinters.