the wine of friendship

Adam returned the toast gladly, though he knew that even in the depths of hell he'd be keeping up with fashion. Wanting to look good was just in his bones and always had been - whether he'd been a child pushing flowers into his hair or a teenager obsessively correcting his eyeliner, he'd always wanted to keep up appearances. "I can get that. For a long time I was just trying to get as far out of my home town as possible." Or at least, his adoptive home town - his first had been burnt to the ground and his departure from it had not been by choice. Once he'd been old enough it had felt necessary he go to find a new start, one away from his family tragedies. He knew it was painfully obvious he'd only ever worked on one side of the law, but he didn't want to get into the specifics unless asked. Simply winking and smiling at Jigano's comment, he took another sip of his cider. Being a 'Loreseeker' sounded boring as all hell and stressful too, in Adam's opinion, but if Jigano had carried the title over into Caido he had to at least like it a bit, so he didn't say anything on it. Personally he'd never been great with secrets and a job that didn't let him get high? Pass. "I've never really cared for monarchs in general, or anyone that gets a title like that. Makes 'em self-important. Especially in my world where all you had to do was get born into the right family." Contempt was clear in his voice for the upper classes, Adam pulling a face at the fire. "Though...all that said, my wife was a duchess. But I didn't know that until she'd seduced me off my feet." His tone changed considerably as Heidi came up, a fond smile on his lips instead. "I guess it depends how much they think just having the title makes them better than anyone else." A D A M Do you wanna dance? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?