The white sheep of the family
Nodding as Weaver confirmed that Loren was, indeed, his name. Toasting to her comment, he smirked a little. "I'll drink to that." And he suited actions to his word, taking a generous sip of his mug. Grinning at her assessment of the alcohol, he shrugged (though he agreed with it). "As long as it takes the edge off, I'm not that picky."
Letting out a huff of laughter at her question, he slid a finger around the rim of his mug. "Guilty as charged. I hope my origin, drinking habits, and my face are all acceptable to you." His tone was teasing and maybe the tiniest bit flirtatious.
Taking another sip of his mug, he turned to face her more fully, leaning an elbow on the bar. "I take it from your question that you're a Halo native." Giving her an appraising look, he raised his eyebrows. "So I suppose I should ask you about your wants and needs."
Letting out a huff of laughter at her question, he slid a finger around the rim of his mug. "Guilty as charged. I hope my origin, drinking habits, and my face are all acceptable to you." His tone was teasing and maybe the tiniest bit flirtatious.
Taking another sip of his mug, he turned to face her more fully, leaning an elbow on the bar. "I take it from your question that you're a Halo native." Giving her an appraising look, he raised his eyebrows. "So I suppose I should ask you about your wants and needs."
Will blood tell
