NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Oh?" Neron can't resist a grin at that, one wide enough to flash his fangs, and he cocks his head to the side as if pretending to have to try to understand what she's just said. He knows perfectly well, of course, straightening back up and leaning in to purposefully blow on his drink, not that he needs to care or worry about it at all. "Hopefully it doesn't leave any lasting damage. That would be a shame."
Remarks about pretty mouths and pretty tongues wouldn't be very gentlemanly, so the Hailstorm leaves that out. "I'm Neron, by the way. It's a pleasure to buy you a drink and cool down your mouth." That isn't much better, but he's not going to apologise for it. "How are you finding this?" His free hand gestures at the stalls and festivities.
Remarks about pretty mouths and pretty tongues wouldn't be very gentlemanly, so the Hailstorm leaves that out. "I'm Neron, by the way. It's a pleasure to buy you a drink and cool down your mouth." That isn't much better, but he's not going to apologise for it. "How are you finding this?" His free hand gestures at the stalls and festivities.
