Isla
It's very obvious, Asta.
Inclining her head at his comment - of course she would say something like that, as a medic who had taken a hippocratic oath (or whatever the Northaven equivalent might be) - Isla lets the subject drop but hopes nonetheless that her next visit with Astaroth will be much like this one, if a little less formal. As for the would or wouldn't of it all, the Remedy can't help but let out a musical laugh at that as she twirls to a stop, ready to offer a graceful curtsey.
"There is nothing more exciting than the prospect of a ruined reputation," she reminds him with a soft bounce of her eyebrows; the eyes upon them and the knots of people gossiping and drinking are evidence enough of that. Alas, the song is over and it is time to end their dance, though Isla will happily join Asta for another should the evening bring them together again.
"I am glad to hear it. You are a fine dancer yourself," she murmurs, straightening up and allowing her hand to be taken and kissed. "Until next time then, Astaroth." Dipping into another, more shallow curtsey, Isla takes her leave of the dancefloor and goes to seek out another glass of rich red wine for a spot of people watching.
~FIN
Inclining her head at his comment - of course she would say something like that, as a medic who had taken a hippocratic oath (or whatever the Northaven equivalent might be) - Isla lets the subject drop but hopes nonetheless that her next visit with Astaroth will be much like this one, if a little less formal. As for the would or wouldn't of it all, the Remedy can't help but let out a musical laugh at that as she twirls to a stop, ready to offer a graceful curtsey.
"There is nothing more exciting than the prospect of a ruined reputation," she reminds him with a soft bounce of her eyebrows; the eyes upon them and the knots of people gossiping and drinking are evidence enough of that. Alas, the song is over and it is time to end their dance, though Isla will happily join Asta for another should the evening bring them together again.
"I am glad to hear it. You are a fine dancer yourself," she murmurs, straightening up and allowing her hand to be taken and kissed. "Until next time then, Astaroth." Dipping into another, more shallow curtsey, Isla takes her leave of the dancefloor and goes to seek out another glass of rich red wine for a spot of people watching.
~FIN
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
