Life is tough my darling, but so are you.
The suggestive comment makes Thal pause in both surprise and consideration as she reassesses the man. Although she loves nighttime activities as much as the next person (possibly more), her standards are higher than... whatever this is. Isar's scrawny, unkept figure is definitely not at the top of her list. She flashes him a snide grin and says, "Get cleaned up and maybe I'll think about it." Her tone is biting, but leaves open the possibility if things were to "improve." The desperation isn't there even if the intrigue is.
Astaroth continues to grate on her nerves, however, the conversation seems to be taking an interesting turn and Thal's ears perk against her will. The toss of her blade slows to focus on their words such as "your time". Before she can stop herself, Thal's mouth is moving. "What was it like back then? Caido?" She tries to keep her tone flat and bored, drawling low without making eye contact. Inside, her heart is racing in curiosity and excitement. There is something about the past that has her jumping to know more despite her insistence otherwise. Apparently, that includes overcoming the unappealing idea of joining in on this conversation, so she adds another question. "Are there others like you?"
Astaroth continues to grate on her nerves, however, the conversation seems to be taking an interesting turn and Thal's ears perk against her will. The toss of her blade slows to focus on their words such as "your time". Before she can stop herself, Thal's mouth is moving. "What was it like back then? Caido?" She tries to keep her tone flat and bored, drawling low without making eye contact. Inside, her heart is racing in curiosity and excitement. There is something about the past that has her jumping to know more despite her insistence otherwise. Apparently, that includes overcoming the unappealing idea of joining in on this conversation, so she adds another question. "Are there others like you?"
Thalassa
