liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"I knew of Ronin - he made it quite high up in the Storm Guard, if I recall," Neron says smoothly, sounding patiently bored about the whole affair, but clearly more than happy to indulge in Flora's curiosities for as long as she wishes. "And it's likely that I saw both on them on more than a handful of occasions, but did I interact with them personally?" On purpose? "Not so much." And if he did, clearly he didn't deem it important enough to remember. "My family was more concerned with itself and with whatever ongoing political drama was at hand at the time."
Watching as she continues to examine the wine list, Neron waits for her selection and offers a quiet nod, flipping the menu decisively shut once they've made their picks. "Then that is what you shall have," he says, clearly thinking nothing of glancing out of the booth and catching the attention of a server. Needing no assistance from the menu - he's already got the names of both wines ready on his lips - he hands it back after ordering a glass of each and the charcuterie board for them to share.
By the time that's done, Flora has gotten herself comfortable and Neron angles himself casually to glance face her. "Gods, no," he says through a disappointed sigh, almost groaning the words out. "Nothing like that at all - it's exhausting, everything being fine all the time. Would that there was any trouble to cause in the afterlife. How about you, though? Here? I think last time we spoke you had only just moved here."
Watching as she continues to examine the wine list, Neron waits for her selection and offers a quiet nod, flipping the menu decisively shut once they've made their picks. "Then that is what you shall have," he says, clearly thinking nothing of glancing out of the booth and catching the attention of a server. Needing no assistance from the menu - he's already got the names of both wines ready on his lips - he hands it back after ordering a glass of each and the charcuterie board for them to share.
By the time that's done, Flora has gotten herself comfortable and Neron angles himself casually to glance face her. "Gods, no," he says through a disappointed sigh, almost groaning the words out. "Nothing like that at all - it's exhausting, everything being fine all the time. Would that there was any trouble to cause in the afterlife. How about you, though? Here? I think last time we spoke you had only just moved here."
Neron
