FOX
Luckily for Kiada, Fox is about as touch-starved as it gets, and he hasn't been much more than a workaholic for a lot longer than he's been an Ancient. Her fingers graze across the back of his hand and he finds the room key sitting in his palm, the hunter turning it in calloused fingers and pressing his thumb into one of the ridges.
"Well, I did already offer," he reasons, glancing up towards her pretty face with eyes catching a glint of green from one of the lanterns on the wall. "So it would be rude to take that back." Rude, and he might also suffer a mutiny from his own libido if he tries to back out of it.
Resisting the urge to say are you absolutely sure as if she's mistaken him for someone else, eventually (and with increasing heat in his cheeks that's starting to creep towards his ears) Fox settles on, "I do think you should probably know, though. I haven't actually been a bodyguard in quite a long time."
"Well, I did already offer," he reasons, glancing up towards her pretty face with eyes catching a glint of green from one of the lanterns on the wall. "So it would be rude to take that back." Rude, and he might also suffer a mutiny from his own libido if he tries to back out of it.
Resisting the urge to say are you absolutely sure as if she's mistaken him for someone else, eventually (and with increasing heat in his cheeks that's starting to creep towards his ears) Fox settles on, "I do think you should probably know, though. I haven't actually been a bodyguard in quite a long time."
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
