Zavien
Thorn's last bit of advice elicits a slow groan of dramatized horror. "Oh no. I must reek of it." He lifts a hand to run through his hair, chuckling at the sense that the words hold more than a little truth. Even if they can't actually smell it, there has to be some reason that women prefer the company of self-assured men.
Leaning back, Zavien feels some of his anxieties having been released through the conversation, a teasing smile on his face. "At least one of us has some confidence in my abilities." Not that he knew how little it would matter in the end, what with falling towers and whatnot.
The Dragoon shifts in his chair with a light sigh, clasping his hands together. "Well, I think I owe you after this. What can I offer? Food? A drink? Advice about something other than sex?" He laughs and looks to Thorn expectantly, not in obligatory exchange, but a grateful friend wanting to spend a little more time together after so long.
Leaning back, Zavien feels some of his anxieties having been released through the conversation, a teasing smile on his face. "At least one of us has some confidence in my abilities." Not that he knew how little it would matter in the end, what with falling towers and whatnot.
The Dragoon shifts in his chair with a light sigh, clasping his hands together. "Well, I think I owe you after this. What can I offer? Food? A drink? Advice about something other than sex?" He laughs and looks to Thorn expectantly, not in obligatory exchange, but a grateful friend wanting to spend a little more time together after so long.
You don't have to prove anyone wrong.
You just have to prove yourself right.
You just have to prove yourself right.
