neron
The idea of sharing his space clearly offends Neron on some personal level, because the way he wrinkles his nose at Morgan is entirely befitting of a former duke. "Absolutely not," he says. "We will be in a separate room, mark my words. In a place as large as this, I imagine there must be plenty of spare spaces." And if not, Neron is not above bullying his way into getting some privacy. Old habits die hard, and some do not die at all.
He reaches forward to push open the door with her, obviously intending to let the lady go first, when suddenly Morgan is pausing and speaking, and the Hailstorm's brow furrows in confusion. "Of course," he says. "Is everything alright?"
Shaking his head, he realises that she's not going to be able to respond to him until they have a space to themselves, and so he proceeds into Theskyra house and glances around. It's... pretty much empty, honestly, and so Neron heads right for the nearest staircase, intent on finding somewhere tucked away.
He reaches forward to push open the door with her, obviously intending to let the lady go first, when suddenly Morgan is pausing and speaking, and the Hailstorm's brow furrows in confusion. "Of course," he says. "Is everything alright?"
Shaking his head, he realises that she's not going to be able to respond to him until they have a space to themselves, and so he proceeds into Theskyra house and glances around. It's... pretty much empty, honestly, and so Neron heads right for the nearest staircase, intent on finding somewhere tucked away.
lay your hand on me, one last time
