Neron
It's enough that she doesn't return the drink for Neron to know it's acceptable, the Launceleyn leaning casually against the counter as she makes her measure of it. With another crooked smile, he nods to her and glances around the bar.
"And what do you think of the place?" he asks, though whether he means the Kraai, the Citadel or Halo in general is up to her. His eyebrows raise a bit to hear she's been there before, though, and he gazes down the bar to the other workers there.
"And who was your bartender last time?" he wonders. "I hope they did a good job, regardless. Neron, by the way." He holds his hand out for her to shake; should she take it, she'll find it the strange, perfect sort of not-temperature of the Ascended.
"And what do you think of the place?" he asks, though whether he means the Kraai, the Citadel or Halo in general is up to her. His eyebrows raise a bit to hear she's been there before, though, and he gazes down the bar to the other workers there.
"And who was your bartender last time?" he wonders. "I hope they did a good job, regardless. Neron, by the way." He holds his hand out for her to shake; should she take it, she'll find it the strange, perfect sort of not-temperature of the Ascended.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
