Just smile and be happy.
Zavien notes Hawthorn's blush and his own deepens a shade. "I would expect more than what you're admitting. No need to be humble about it." A knowing wink accompanies his words, refusing to imagine that the courtesan could be any less than the top choice for clients. "Where is the House of Midnight? I've only just started travelling and would love to see your place of work sometime." He doesn't acknowledge the implication his suggestion may have, especially in addition to his request for Hawthorn to visit him. The innocent excitement at having a friend is the only thought in his mind, evident by his naive smile and blissfully ignorant focus on the task at hand.
His eyes closely watch the man expertly working through the decorations. At his addition to the wreath, Zavien must admit that it appears more cohesive than before. "Brilliant! You definitely have an eye for this kind of stuff!" Grabbing the newly transformed wreath with a renewed eagerness, he proceeds to hold it against the door to analyze placement. Should it go high, up by the top? Or maybe in the very center? What about eye-level? Zavien looks to Hawthorn again in uncertainty. "Where do these things usually hang?" His mom had shown him the importance of community and celebrating, but she hadn't gotten around to decorating etiquettes.
While they are completing the final touches on the beautification of his home, a loud grumble echoes off the stone walls. The blood drains from Zavien's face in horror and his hand whips down to grasp his stomach. His blush returns with a vengeance as he looks to Hawthorn, chuckling embarrassedly. "Once we finish up, do you want to join me for some food? I'd love to say thanks for the help. Although, I have to warn you that I'm no better at cooking than I am at decorating." It's an understatement considering last time he had somehow made a salad that caught fire when there were no cooked ingredients, but he is willing to risk their safety as a sign of gratitude.
His eyes closely watch the man expertly working through the decorations. At his addition to the wreath, Zavien must admit that it appears more cohesive than before. "Brilliant! You definitely have an eye for this kind of stuff!" Grabbing the newly transformed wreath with a renewed eagerness, he proceeds to hold it against the door to analyze placement. Should it go high, up by the top? Or maybe in the very center? What about eye-level? Zavien looks to Hawthorn again in uncertainty. "Where do these things usually hang?" His mom had shown him the importance of community and celebrating, but she hadn't gotten around to decorating etiquettes.
While they are completing the final touches on the beautification of his home, a loud grumble echoes off the stone walls. The blood drains from Zavien's face in horror and his hand whips down to grasp his stomach. His blush returns with a vengeance as he looks to Hawthorn, chuckling embarrassedly. "Once we finish up, do you want to join me for some food? I'd love to say thanks for the help. Although, I have to warn you that I'm no better at cooking than I am at decorating." It's an understatement considering last time he had somehow made a salad that caught fire when there were no cooked ingredients, but he is willing to risk their safety as a sign of gratitude.
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