Finn?
Indulging? Finn's smile is open, inviting, and it doesn't melt away even with another sip of wine. "Well," he murmurs, "you are certainly in the right place for that, then. How indulgent are you feeling, Governor?" He lifts his chin a little, baring his throat and letting the fabric of his shirt shift enough that it drops off one shoulder. "Or have you had enough of that for one night?" He doubts it - and he hopes not, because if he can get enough information from this encounter, then perhaps his time in Torchline might not be quite so intense.
Back to the present moment, though. "The height and the scars, mm?" Sitting up properly now, he's an unconscious mirror of Sunjata, his glass cradled between his fingers as he lets his blue eyes dance properly over the man before him. "That's not the first thing I saw," he rumbles. "It was the way you walked. Like the world was yours. Confident enough to cut through a crowd without thinking about it. After that it was the look in your eyes. Only people with power have that look."
Back to the present moment, though. "The height and the scars, mm?" Sitting up properly now, he's an unconscious mirror of Sunjata, his glass cradled between his fingers as he lets his blue eyes dance properly over the man before him. "That's not the first thing I saw," he rumbles. "It was the way you walked. Like the world was yours. Confident enough to cut through a crowd without thinking about it. After that it was the look in your eyes. Only people with power have that look."
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
