Mateo
"It most certainly is so," Mateo confirms with abundant confidence of his own; he's no telepath, but the handsome young man at his side is matching his game of kiss-chase round for round, and so he's quite invested in where the conversation - and the night - might lead. Adjusting himself subtly enough so that they are very much having a conversation rather than simply lingering and chatting at the bar, the botanist shrugs his shoulders as if to admit to the guilt of being the older brother.
"We barely look it, but there was a time when I was a proper older brother to her, yes," he confirms. "You never really get out of that mentality, I suppose. Triplets, though? I bet your sisters keep you busy." And - so sue him, Vesper - if they look even half as good as the man before him, he could probably keep all of them busy for a time, too.
Taking the other man's confirmation as his being from Torchline specifically, Mateo takes another sip of his drink and tilts his glass towards him in a mini toast. "If I had known that this was what I was missing up in Stormbreak, I might have decided to come for a visit much sooner."
"We barely look it, but there was a time when I was a proper older brother to her, yes," he confirms. "You never really get out of that mentality, I suppose. Triplets, though? I bet your sisters keep you busy." And - so sue him, Vesper - if they look even half as good as the man before him, he could probably keep all of them busy for a time, too.
Taking the other man's confirmation as his being from Torchline specifically, Mateo takes another sip of his drink and tilts his glass towards him in a mini toast. "If I had known that this was what I was missing up in Stormbreak, I might have decided to come for a visit much sooner."
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
