you like me because i'm a scoundrel
He can’t see the blush that slips along her cheeks, it’s far too dark out here for him to begin to figure out what kind of small shifts and changes occur subtly along her face. But that’s fine, he doesn’t mind and continues to offer the little playful jesting that he’s known to do. He doesn’t expect the surprise that the news has, the question of whether he’d go even after hearing about the starwhale, drawing a shrug from him in response. “Sure.” He offers, glancing back down at the parties below, hearing the faint whooping and hollering. “Might be able t’help.” Milo adds on after a moment before his head tilts her way as she asks why Jack would ask him.
And he could take it as an insult, but Milo isn’t much in the way of that. Offering a huff of a laugh in response before taking a sip of the flask again and cradling it in both hands. “Told ‘im I have summonin’ an’ healin’ magic. Seemed like he thought ‘em useful.” He offers easily, in a bit more of a tone that seems to say it’s purely business, before his voice shifts and his gaze scans the dark shadows a long her face. “’sides, I haven’t gone adventurin’ before. Thought it might b’nice t’do it with you ‘n a crew that hopefully means some sorta protection overall.”
And he could take it as an insult, but Milo isn’t much in the way of that. Offering a huff of a laugh in response before taking a sip of the flask again and cradling it in both hands. “Told ‘im I have summonin’ an’ healin’ magic. Seemed like he thought ‘em useful.” He offers easily, in a bit more of a tone that seems to say it’s purely business, before his voice shifts and his gaze scans the dark shadows a long her face. “’sides, I haven’t gone adventurin’ before. Thought it might b’nice t’do it with you ‘n a crew that hopefully means some sorta protection overall.”
MILO
