did you miss me enough to drink, or did you drink enough to miss me?
"I never lied about my cheating though." Nate points out, his head cocked. Sure, he'd planned on it, but it had never had the chance to happen. "I told Sam when I went back to his house. And I never lied about being in a relationship to anyone." He just hadn't put any effort in to stopping what happened, lingering resentment and in the moment lust spurring him on. There's a smug kind of hands off tone to his words, as if these are matters long settled. Amalia's gesturing towards Pemota does throw him a little off balance, her accusation holding a mirror up to the worries in his own chest.
It takes him a moment to find the words to respond, but he does, his tone gone. "I never asked for this specifically. For her specifically. I wouldn't ask to pull a creature from it's family." Nate begins, hand rising to brush along the starwhal's side. "But I would never have had the chance to have this happen at all if I hadn't been convinced to ascend." It's a clumsy misdirection, especially for him, but he wants the bakers attention away from Pemota, away from the only real guilt she'd gotten close to.
Nate steps right back into his smug, simpering mask as she snaps, his hands rising to try and keep up with the accusations levelled against him. And he has to interject, once he figures out what she's referring to. "Loren came onto me. I went to go speak with him about Maea's care, and he all but begged me to fuck him. I had no idea he was with Sam at the time, and he didn't seem to care." And this gives him a perfect segue into his next point, his own little spark of righteousness creeping into his words, because Gods if he isn't sick of people bringing up Maea as some kind of aha against him, his relationship. "They weren't even together when she died, you know."
The smoke intimidates him more than the fangs, but it doesn't stop him from leaning in himself, lips twisted in a sneer back towards Amalia. "And the closest I ever got to invading their bed when they were together was by invitation." He huffs, and rolls his eyes. "Should I even bother explaining myself though? Or are you just going to sit up on your high horse and talk about things you don't actually know about?"
It takes him a moment to find the words to respond, but he does, his tone gone. "I never asked for this specifically. For her specifically. I wouldn't ask to pull a creature from it's family." Nate begins, hand rising to brush along the starwhal's side. "But I would never have had the chance to have this happen at all if I hadn't been convinced to ascend." It's a clumsy misdirection, especially for him, but he wants the bakers attention away from Pemota, away from the only real guilt she'd gotten close to.
Nate steps right back into his smug, simpering mask as she snaps, his hands rising to try and keep up with the accusations levelled against him. And he has to interject, once he figures out what she's referring to. "Loren came onto me. I went to go speak with him about Maea's care, and he all but begged me to fuck him. I had no idea he was with Sam at the time, and he didn't seem to care." And this gives him a perfect segue into his next point, his own little spark of righteousness creeping into his words, because Gods if he isn't sick of people bringing up Maea as some kind of aha against him, his relationship. "They weren't even together when she died, you know."
The smoke intimidates him more than the fangs, but it doesn't stop him from leaning in himself, lips twisted in a sneer back towards Amalia. "And the closest I ever got to invading their bed when they were together was by invitation." He huffs, and rolls his eyes. "Should I even bother explaining myself though? Or are you just going to sit up on your high horse and talk about things you don't actually know about?"
NATE
