// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Me? Embarrass you?” He asks with that very same shark toothed grin, scoffing at the idea of such a misstep. It’s all playful jesting, though, not annoyed or turned away from the short snappy tone Thalassa often took (all two times he’d met her, that is). “Never.” Much like her, he too wishes there was a ball soon – if only for an excuse to listen to music and wear too fine of clothes even by his standards.
The grin stays as she laughs, as the sarcasm fills the air between them with a passing breeze. “Of course I am biased.” The sentence would end with darling, but something tells him if he needed to make a deal to call her my dear Captain then it was unlikely she’d appreciate the other little nicknames he often gave those that he spoke with. So he nearly bites his tongue to keep from saying it as he approaches, pausing at an easy and friendly distance.
“Mm, not these days. ” Comes the playfully dramatic whine, before he shakes his head. Letting his dark gaze scan her again, he lets it drift past her, peering out into the distance between a set of trees. “I do enjoy a good hunt. The thrill of the chase is truly remarkable, even over the years.” Turning his attention back toward her, he flashes a more crooked grin as if to sell the point with how the pale teeth slot together, too sharp and too bright.
The grin stays as she laughs, as the sarcasm fills the air between them with a passing breeze. “Of course I am biased.” The sentence would end with darling, but something tells him if he needed to make a deal to call her my dear Captain then it was unlikely she’d appreciate the other little nicknames he often gave those that he spoke with. So he nearly bites his tongue to keep from saying it as he approaches, pausing at an easy and friendly distance.
“Mm, not these days. ” Comes the playfully dramatic whine, before he shakes his head. Letting his dark gaze scan her again, he lets it drift past her, peering out into the distance between a set of trees. “I do enjoy a good hunt. The thrill of the chase is truly remarkable, even over the years.” Turning his attention back toward her, he flashes a more crooked grin as if to sell the point with how the pale teeth slot together, too sharp and too bright.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
