NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
”Charmed.” Is he, though? One look at the sudden flightiness in a man who, prior to learning his name, had been practically dripping with flirtatious energy... it tells Neron everything he needs to know. Steel blue eyes remain on the other man, and he takes a slow sip of his drink. ”This is about as private as you’re going to get right now,” he advises, nodding again at the rest of the patrons. He doesn’t have much of a chance of a break yet. Still, the bar is empty for the time being.
”Nosy little thing, aren’t you?” Yes, the ease of the bartender has certainly cooled to something distinctly Launceleyn now that Oliver is inquiring after the Neron before the Kraai. And don’t they always, eventually? ”I ought to write a book, offer it as a collection item for those visiting the Citadel. Go on, then. What is it you would know?”
”Nosy little thing, aren’t you?” Yes, the ease of the bartender has certainly cooled to something distinctly Launceleyn now that Oliver is inquiring after the Neron before the Kraai. And don’t they always, eventually? ”I ought to write a book, offer it as a collection item for those visiting the Citadel. Go on, then. What is it you would know?”
