Content enough to have Kiada nuzzle back against his side now that she isn’t actively trying to make him combust, Fox absently lets a hand stray up to tuck a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. Relaxing into his seat and quite enjoying the soft murmur of other patrons around them, it’s a rarity, it feels, to just sit and be able to do this together. No upcoming hunt, no eating on the go while they’re in pursuit of some monster - and that’s when Kiada isn’t hunkered down in the Inner Quarter with her own work.
”I will have the rest of my life to work on handling you at that level,” he says with a sly smile, taking a sip of his ale as it arrives and considering something, for a second, before raising his eyebrows down at her. ”I’d like to take you to Torchline at Longheat, for our honeymoon,” he tells her. ”I’ll even suffer the skyship for it. The only caveat is that we’re not allowed to hunt anything that isn’t for fun, or think about work. Deal?”
”I will have the rest of my life to work on handling you at that level,” he says with a sly smile, taking a sip of his ale as it arrives and considering something, for a second, before raising his eyebrows down at her. ”I’d like to take you to Torchline at Longheat, for our honeymoon,” he tells her. ”I’ll even suffer the skyship for it. The only caveat is that we’re not allowed to hunt anything that isn’t for fun, or think about work. Deal?”
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
