liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"I like to think so," Neron says softly, "and I'm sure you're a very quick learner." His own glass has become something of a lifeline, if only to give his hands something to do. Otherwise one might be tempted to go wandering, whether that's beneath the table to Flora's knee or, if he's going by preference, scandalously higher than that. It's a blessing that sex-Frey demigods become the next distracting topic of conversation, and even more so that Neron is too focused on Flora to comment on knowing one intimately himself. That would ruin the mood and then some.
"I don't think planning has ever sounded so exciting to me," he admits, finally trusting himself to set his glass down, and far enough away that he isn't tempted to finish the wine and fall onto the obnoxious side of charming. Not when he's made such a good impression thus far. "Come now," he says smoothly, on that note, "you've barely given me the chance to live up to your expectations this first time. Speaking of which, I usually make sure to bring flowers on a first date. How rude of me."
Nodding surreptitiously towards Flora's wine glass, she'll find bobbing in it a perfectly formed daisy crafted from ice. "It's only fair to try and live up to our first meeting, no?"
"I don't think planning has ever sounded so exciting to me," he admits, finally trusting himself to set his glass down, and far enough away that he isn't tempted to finish the wine and fall onto the obnoxious side of charming. Not when he's made such a good impression thus far. "Come now," he says smoothly, on that note, "you've barely given me the chance to live up to your expectations this first time. Speaking of which, I usually make sure to bring flowers on a first date. How rude of me."
Nodding surreptitiously towards Flora's wine glass, she'll find bobbing in it a perfectly formed daisy crafted from ice. "It's only fair to try and live up to our first meeting, no?"
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