Zavien
Chuckling, Zavien bumped him playfully in the arm. "Thanks, Thorn. I'll do my best." Gods knew he didn't want to end up drunk in some bar after making a fool of himself, but he appreciates the courtesan's calming, nonjudgemental presence. It's one of the many reasons he'd wanted to talk with him about everything, knowing that it just wouldn't be the same with some of his other friends. It's why he feels free to share and ask questions that others might tease him for.
Zavien lowers his hands to look across the table. His laughter bubbles at Thorn's comment about 'some people,' wanting to assure his friend that he's not one of those people, even if the man already knows that. "Oh no. I'm definitely interested, but other things took priority before I found someone, and now I'm just so scared of screwing things up that I've gotten pretty good at concealing it." Like not focusing too long on the way Lena puts her hair up or the gentle brush of her hands, the smiles or achingly soft voice she uses for the animals, and definitely not the curve of her hips or the cute flush on her cheeks. The moment his mind starts drifting that way or he feels his blood starting to heat, Zavien redirects himself with humor or some menial task, determined not to make her uncomfortable with his gawking.
He'd be surprised if that could be considered 'sweet,' but he lets out another small laugh. "I sure hope so, otherwise it's going to be a very awkward night." Full of him trying to explain things or prove something. Maybe that's why he shifts in his chair, the nerves reemerging at the thought of the approaching trip. He gives Thorn an uncertain smile, his shoulders coming up as he leans against the table. "Any other last-minute tips or recommendations?"
Zavien lowers his hands to look across the table. His laughter bubbles at Thorn's comment about 'some people,' wanting to assure his friend that he's not one of those people, even if the man already knows that. "Oh no. I'm definitely interested, but other things took priority before I found someone, and now I'm just so scared of screwing things up that I've gotten pretty good at concealing it." Like not focusing too long on the way Lena puts her hair up or the gentle brush of her hands, the smiles or achingly soft voice she uses for the animals, and definitely not the curve of her hips or the cute flush on her cheeks. The moment his mind starts drifting that way or he feels his blood starting to heat, Zavien redirects himself with humor or some menial task, determined not to make her uncomfortable with his gawking.
He'd be surprised if that could be considered 'sweet,' but he lets out another small laugh. "I sure hope so, otherwise it's going to be a very awkward night." Full of him trying to explain things or prove something. Maybe that's why he shifts in his chair, the nerves reemerging at the thought of the approaching trip. He gives Thorn an uncertain smile, his shoulders coming up as he leans against the table. "Any other last-minute tips or recommendations?"
You don't have to prove anyone wrong.
You just have to prove yourself right.
You just have to prove yourself right.
