Part of Tal couldn't help but notice how handsome the other man was, though it wasn't a part he listened to much anymore. Still, Thorn practically oozed sensuality, from his sultry voice to his graceful movements. Even his clothes were attractively elegant, showing off his well-formed body while leaving enough to the imagination to tantalize the possibilities of what lay beneath the soft fabric.
But most importantly, he appreciated a well-made skyboat, which was worth more than any pretty face in Tal's biased opinion. The courier reached out to take the offered hand in a firm shake, glancing down in time to catch sight of the distinctive tattoo. "Uh. Good stuff... I hope?" He wanted to ask about the ink, but the threat of notoriety had him retrieving his hand to rub at the back of his neck in sudden anxiety, wondering just what the man had heard... and from whom. "Don't s'pose you're from King's End?"
But most importantly, he appreciated a well-made skyboat, which was worth more than any pretty face in Tal's biased opinion. The courier reached out to take the offered hand in a firm shake, glancing down in time to catch sight of the distinctive tattoo. "Uh. Good stuff... I hope?" He wanted to ask about the ink, but the threat of notoriety had him retrieving his hand to rub at the back of his neck in sudden anxiety, wondering just what the man had heard... and from whom. "Don't s'pose you're from King's End?"
