I don't want to steal your freedom
you don't have to change your mind
Harper smiles softly, glad to have been able to give her this even if it's not everything she wants and more. "Yes. Fire, at the very least. I'm not sure about the rest." But is it not a kernel of hope to chase and investigate? Something to buoy her in dark moments when he may not be there to hold her hand?
Far from daunted or dissuaded by her closeness, Harper angles himself more toward her and obligingly scoots closer as well, leaning in like conspiring children with an amused grin on his face. Her pleading is adorable, prompting a warm laugh. "Of course I can! But there's so many things I can do, which would you want to see?" Extending an arm to rest behind her on the seat, Harper rattles off the first few that come to mind. "Only a few work indoors, mind you, so the list isn't impressive immediately. I can sing and play the guitar, or show you some acrobatics." He glances out at the dancing, socializing crowd beyond the shadow of their table and pouts slightly. "Though we'd need to find a room for that, and they might make us pay since they won't believe it's for a different kind of performance," he teases with a wink, willing to pay the coin if it keeps that carefree expression on her face. He has no reputation to ruin anymore, and if anyone who knows him sees them heading into a backroom, it will have no consequences. It's a strange freedom, one he chases eternally with each visit to a new brothel or bar.
Far from daunted or dissuaded by her closeness, Harper angles himself more toward her and obligingly scoots closer as well, leaning in like conspiring children with an amused grin on his face. Her pleading is adorable, prompting a warm laugh. "Of course I can! But there's so many things I can do, which would you want to see?" Extending an arm to rest behind her on the seat, Harper rattles off the first few that come to mind. "Only a few work indoors, mind you, so the list isn't impressive immediately. I can sing and play the guitar, or show you some acrobatics." He glances out at the dancing, socializing crowd beyond the shadow of their table and pouts slightly. "Though we'd need to find a room for that, and they might make us pay since they won't believe it's for a different kind of performance," he teases with a wink, willing to pay the coin if it keeps that carefree expression on her face. He has no reputation to ruin anymore, and if anyone who knows him sees them heading into a backroom, it will have no consequences. It's a strange freedom, one he chases eternally with each visit to a new brothel or bar.
I just want to make you love me
so please let me take my time
HARPER
