"Oh yeah?" Which was about the extent of what Tal knew what to say to that particular revelation as his ears burned and only the fact that his hands were busy kept one from rising to scrub furiously at the back of his neck. "Maybe... sure would be somethin', I guess." It sounded impressive, sure, but the risk of being overshadowed in bed by a god seemed a little, well...
Let's just say Tal had enough self-confidence issues without adding that particular level of inadequacy to them.
Talk of weapons and wounds was, weirdly, much safer for the courier and he relaxed a little as Koa made his painful observation. "Cracked or broken," Tal agreed, flicking a glance at the other man's face and trying not to preen at the look of appreciation the Dragoon was directing at his Dagger. "We should trade scar stories sometime. An' th'Dust is, yeah, but the blade itself? All Frey." The revelation was delivered with a hint of a grin as he brushed a caressing knuckle over the blink hare foot charm, the diamond pommel stone, and the crimson veins along its sharp blade.
He paused in his polishing to look over at Koa's weapons, brows rising in appreciation at both the casual flex and the scarring of a real warrior. "Huh. Yeah, I was runnin' into th'same problem with my dagger," the courier agreed, a flicker of a rueful grin kicking up the corner of his lips. "If y'need help with anythin' she sets you for it, just lemme know." A pause as he finished coating the blade, resting it on his thigh as he finally spared a glance towards the front of the church, his voice growing more quiet. "Any idea when Safrin'll be back?"
Let's just say Tal had enough self-confidence issues without adding that particular level of inadequacy to them.
Talk of weapons and wounds was, weirdly, much safer for the courier and he relaxed a little as Koa made his painful observation. "Cracked or broken," Tal agreed, flicking a glance at the other man's face and trying not to preen at the look of appreciation the Dragoon was directing at his Dagger. "We should trade scar stories sometime. An' th'Dust is, yeah, but the blade itself? All Frey." The revelation was delivered with a hint of a grin as he brushed a caressing knuckle over the blink hare foot charm, the diamond pommel stone, and the crimson veins along its sharp blade.
He paused in his polishing to look over at Koa's weapons, brows rising in appreciation at both the casual flex and the scarring of a real warrior. "Huh. Yeah, I was runnin' into th'same problem with my dagger," the courier agreed, a flicker of a rueful grin kicking up the corner of his lips. "If y'need help with anythin' she sets you for it, just lemme know." A pause as he finished coating the blade, resting it on his thigh as he finally spared a glance towards the front of the church, his voice growing more quiet. "Any idea when Safrin'll be back?"
