'Cause I know my weakness, know my voice
Sometimes it was easy for Nathaniel to forget that places outside of Caido weren't as accepting when it came to what you were into. Which is why he didn't think about how his wink or blatant ogling would be out of the norm. A grin spread across his face as Eryx laughed at Valvynn's antics before she was swept back up into play with Lyra. The other dragon tackled her midair and she let out a trill, grabbing onto her to take them into a spin. They were distracting enough that Nathaniel almost didn't hear the other man speaking at first.
Bright eyes dart back to Eryx, "It is pretty nice out. Can't really argue with you about that." He replied smoothly, reaching up to brush a bit more sand off of his skin now that the sweat had dried a bit. Where did he put his shirt again? He honestly can't even remember. "I was just about to take a break if you wanted some company. Could get a drink?" The invitation was innocent enough. Drinks didn't mean anything here. Just a bit of hanging out. What was the harm in that?
Besides, he wanted the new recruit to feel welcome. That was part of his job. (It absolutely isn't his job, but he's making it his job this time, thank you very much.) He let out a sharp whistle and the dragon untangled herself from her new buddy to find his discarded shirt, snatching it from where he left it and dropping it into his hand a moment later. Nathaniel tugged it on, covering his well muscled chest before running a hand through his hair.
Bright eyes dart back to Eryx, "It is pretty nice out. Can't really argue with you about that." He replied smoothly, reaching up to brush a bit more sand off of his skin now that the sweat had dried a bit. Where did he put his shirt again? He honestly can't even remember. "I was just about to take a break if you wanted some company. Could get a drink?" The invitation was innocent enough. Drinks didn't mean anything here. Just a bit of hanging out. What was the harm in that?
Besides, he wanted the new recruit to feel welcome. That was part of his job. (It absolutely isn't his job, but he's making it his job this time, thank you very much.) He let out a sharp whistle and the dragon untangled herself from her new buddy to find his discarded shirt, snatching it from where he left it and dropping it into his hand a moment later. Nathaniel tugged it on, covering his well muscled chest before running a hand through his hair.
NATHANIEL
