I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin will give Naseem that much: she promises a distraction and she fucking delivers. Blinking at the movement in his periphery - he's been listlessly watching a boat out on the water - by the time he glances across to take her in fully, the flamboyant Ancient has already spoken and is wearing some of her cocktail. Fully taken aback, Ronin feels a smile flinching across his face before he can do anything about it.
"I... am not not looking for that," he acquiesces, trying to decide where to let his eyes linger; on the jewellery, the fangs, the bright attire, or all of it at once. "Do you need a new drink?" His ale is already almost gone, and he's not sure how much is left in the pretty, sugar rimmed glass. "Or is this part of the diversion?"
"I... am not not looking for that," he acquiesces, trying to decide where to let his eyes linger; on the jewellery, the fangs, the bright attire, or all of it at once. "Do you need a new drink?" His ale is already almost gone, and he's not sure how much is left in the pretty, sugar rimmed glass. "Or is this part of the diversion?"
RONIN
