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"Their priestess?" Grinning hard enough to put his dimples on full show, Mateo lets his free hand flutter to his chest. "Gods, now I feel as though I ought to have been much more delicate with you when we first met." The mirth in his voice is enough to show how few regrets about it he has, and Charlie had given as good as she'd gotten besides. He supposes all the Dygra talk makes much more sense now, too.
"You may have," he admits, because Mateo absolutely can't remember either. "And I would consider it a very good thing, bella. Otherwise we would never have met, no?"
Given that the botanist has had zero direction or preference even as he'd listed the options to the petite priestess beside him, he lights up readily enough at her decision, giving her a gentle squeeze against his side. "Lovely as your pout is, I would never dream of keeping it on your face for longer than necessary. Dancing it is - follow me!"
Turning on heel to walk them down a skinny lane between Molly's and the neighbouring establishment, Mateo takes them on a brief but interesting tour of the Silk Houses, where Charlie will be able to see everything from writhing bodies to street performers to secluded little wine bars. He eventually ducks them through an archway and in through some double doors where the music is loud and the lights are set to magically change, and the bass can be felt in one's bones. "How is this?" He grins.
"You may have," he admits, because Mateo absolutely can't remember either. "And I would consider it a very good thing, bella. Otherwise we would never have met, no?"
Given that the botanist has had zero direction or preference even as he'd listed the options to the petite priestess beside him, he lights up readily enough at her decision, giving her a gentle squeeze against his side. "Lovely as your pout is, I would never dream of keeping it on your face for longer than necessary. Dancing it is - follow me!"
Turning on heel to walk them down a skinny lane between Molly's and the neighbouring establishment, Mateo takes them on a brief but interesting tour of the Silk Houses, where Charlie will be able to see everything from writhing bodies to street performers to secluded little wine bars. He eventually ducks them through an archway and in through some double doors where the music is loud and the lights are set to magically change, and the bass can be felt in one's bones. "How is this?" He grins.
