Neron
Cute? Neron isn't certain he agrees, and it's only the way that the spider settles in Sunjata's open palm that prevents the Hailstorm from flicking the other one off the counter with predictable Launceleyn haughtiness. He leaves them to it for now, Flood and wine spiders both, though he does make sure to start putting away the alcohol and start cleaning up. It's something for his hands to do while Sunjata mulls over his price, if it can be called that.
"It certainly looked it," he agrees of the dragon shift, glancing up and raising an eyebrow to hear that Torchline's Governor is essentially offering to whore himself out to the Ascended. "You do not do things by halves, do you?" he says, smirking. "And what did Nate say?" He has some respect for the doctor, given their recent conversations. Also he's quite certain the other Ascended would tear his face off for touching Sunjata sans permission.
And Neron likes his face.
"It certainly looked it," he agrees of the dragon shift, glancing up and raising an eyebrow to hear that Torchline's Governor is essentially offering to whore himself out to the Ascended. "You do not do things by halves, do you?" he says, smirking. "And what did Nate say?" He has some respect for the doctor, given their recent conversations. Also he's quite certain the other Ascended would tear his face off for touching Sunjata sans permission.
And Neron likes his face.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
