// smile like you mean it //
No, he has not always been a gentleman, but Flora doesn’t need to know that, does she? So it’s with a sharp toothed grin that grows a touch saccharine as his head tilts slightly toward her. “Of course, my dear.” Comes the accented drawl, playful all the same to her leading question. He could delve into the details and the grit, but Astaroth is happier to leave some things out.
Oblivious as he is, the way Flora moves and accents her best assets, Astaroth seems to not notice or let his gaze linger too long, focusing instead on the wine poured into the glasses, to the toast offered, to a blossoming friendship that he’s positive is the reason that this gathering was part of a bargain (not that he knows any of the true details, he’d had a wonderful platonic picnic with Isla back in Torchline, why would this be different?)
Taking a sip of the wine and humming in content at its sweet taste, his gaze finds her again the second she lets the comment moan from her lips, lowering the glass slightly to look around toward the steaming spring. “Absolutely.” The heat did much to make him feel more comfortable. But he does look back to her with a playful raise of his brow and a smirk, revealing a few sharp teeth amongst the even sharper canine as he begins his banter. “Paired with the wine, it truly does much to loosen these old bones.” Gesturing to his torso, a soft laugh leaves him. “You are handling it better than I anticipated, darling.” After all, she wasn’t Ancient. It was likely quite warm for her. Though maybe that’s why she’s chosen to wear such little clothes.
Oblivious as he is, the way Flora moves and accents her best assets, Astaroth seems to not notice or let his gaze linger too long, focusing instead on the wine poured into the glasses, to the toast offered, to a blossoming friendship that he’s positive is the reason that this gathering was part of a bargain (not that he knows any of the true details, he’d had a wonderful platonic picnic with Isla back in Torchline, why would this be different?)
Taking a sip of the wine and humming in content at its sweet taste, his gaze finds her again the second she lets the comment moan from her lips, lowering the glass slightly to look around toward the steaming spring. “Absolutely.” The heat did much to make him feel more comfortable. But he does look back to her with a playful raise of his brow and a smirk, revealing a few sharp teeth amongst the even sharper canine as he begins his banter. “Paired with the wine, it truly does much to loosen these old bones.” Gesturing to his torso, a soft laugh leaves him. “You are handling it better than I anticipated, darling.” After all, she wasn’t Ancient. It was likely quite warm for her. Though maybe that’s why she’s chosen to wear such little clothes.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
