FOX
Even the touch of her fingertips along his wrist is enough to have him restless in his seat, Fox promptly averting his gaze again as if he might be able to take a beat to reset his thoughts by creating imagined distance between them. It doesn't work at all, mostly because distance is the last thing he wants. And suddenly in this crowded bar, it feels like more of an obstacle course than even his most dangerous hunts.
"You're kind to think so," he manages with a warm smile directed into his half empty drink. Taking another sip (dutch courage hey), Fox anchors himself back to the here and now and forces himself to meet eyes that seem impossibly blue. "And that's very generous of you. Say the word and I'll get right to work." You know. Bodyguarding. Guarding her body.
"You're kind to think so," he manages with a warm smile directed into his half empty drink. Taking another sip (dutch courage hey), Fox anchors himself back to the here and now and forces himself to meet eyes that seem impossibly blue. "And that's very generous of you. Say the word and I'll get right to work." You know. Bodyguarding. Guarding her body.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
