RANCE
The news that Oliver was a smith was new and interesting information. He didn't have the build Rance imagined, that was for sure, but who was he to judge? That he was helping with seasonal preparations was no surprise, even less so after learning his trade. Rance nodded, understanding.
The invitation that came on the tails of that, however, was surprising enough to have red brows arching. His smile stretched a little wider, bemused. "I was plannin' on heading to Torchline, yeah. Still decidin' what I'll do from there." He tilted his head, hands resting loosely on his hips. "Wouldn't a smithy be too busy for guests?" His tone was playful, like he knew exactly what Oliver was implying. Giving a straight affirmative or negative was a bit much, even if he knew he'd likely seek the other man out -- and not just for sex! But as a lead into to something more immediately interesting, Rance would take the bait with delight.
The invitation that came on the tails of that, however, was surprising enough to have red brows arching. His smile stretched a little wider, bemused. "I was plannin' on heading to Torchline, yeah. Still decidin' what I'll do from there." He tilted his head, hands resting loosely on his hips. "Wouldn't a smithy be too busy for guests?" His tone was playful, like he knew exactly what Oliver was implying. Giving a straight affirmative or negative was a bit much, even if he knew he'd likely seek the other man out -- and not just for sex! But as a lead into to something more immediately interesting, Rance would take the bait with delight.
i dont want for much, only a book, some whiskey
and the kiss of your touch
and the kiss of your touch
