The response made him lift a brow, rather surprised. People had harbored a tendency to butt into his life and presence without a care for whether they were welcome or not lately. It was rather refreshing to have this one at least pretend to give a fuck about welcome. Not that Korbin was very civil - he didn't have the stomach for pretending these days.
The silence was a welcome thing as well. With no need to respond to questions or comments, Korbin slowly relaxed, his immediate wariness settling somewhat. If anything, he began to long for his lute, fingers itching to play. But with no instrument at hand and no desire to sing while there was an audience, he shifted. Uncomfortable in the warm climate, even though he'd heard locals complain of the cold winds. Ha. They called this cold?
Restless fingers searched the ground around him and found a few good pebbles. With no particular thought in mind, he began to toss them, one after the other, towards the water. Trying to see how close he could get to that new looking boat without hitting passersby.
The silence was a welcome thing as well. With no need to respond to questions or comments, Korbin slowly relaxed, his immediate wariness settling somewhat. If anything, he began to long for his lute, fingers itching to play. But with no instrument at hand and no desire to sing while there was an audience, he shifted. Uncomfortable in the warm climate, even though he'd heard locals complain of the cold winds. Ha. They called this cold?
Restless fingers searched the ground around him and found a few good pebbles. With no particular thought in mind, he began to toss them, one after the other, towards the water. Trying to see how close he could get to that new looking boat without hitting passersby.
