[ That face....As expected, he's going to be as ridiculous and dramatic as always. ]
Dangerous to you, perhaps. And here I thought moths were supposed to like flames.
[ He takes a seat on the opposite end of the table, although he leans a bit back against the solid wood as he narrows his eyes over the lip of his own cup. This is...well, not a scenario he expected to find himself in around here, but considering the bullshit going on around here, he supposes he should get used to the unexpected by this point.
The narrowed eyes turn more into the glare at the suggestion, but Adelis doesn't deny it, which says enough. He isn't the first, after all, and he certainly won't be the last.
Speaking of, he finds his own eyebrow arching at Mishka's confession, something flickering on his face for a brief moment before it disappears. Isn't that a hell of a choice to make... ]
Really, now. [ Of all the people. ] I'd say little would do so thus far, but it has given me more reason to judge our esteemed host's sense of taste.
[ He's morbidly curious, now- learning what sort of activities, debasing or otherwise, the older man has gotten saddled with. It's the curiosity that has him tapping the table, not removing his gaze as he sets his own cup down. ]
And just what, pray-tell, have you been given to accomplish?
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Dangerous to you, perhaps. And here I thought moths were supposed to like flames.
[ He takes a seat on the opposite end of the table, although he leans a bit back against the solid wood as he narrows his eyes over the lip of his own cup. This is...well, not a scenario he expected to find himself in around here, but considering the bullshit going on around here, he supposes he should get used to the unexpected by this point.
The narrowed eyes turn more into the glare at the suggestion, but Adelis doesn't deny it, which says enough. He isn't the first, after all, and he certainly won't be the last.
Speaking of, he finds his own eyebrow arching at Mishka's confession, something flickering on his face for a brief moment before it disappears. Isn't that a hell of a choice to make... ]
Really, now. [ Of all the people. ] I'd say little would do so thus far, but it has given me more reason to judge our esteemed host's sense of taste.
[ He's morbidly curious, now- learning what sort of activities, debasing or otherwise, the older man has gotten saddled with. It's the curiosity that has him tapping the table, not removing his gaze as he sets his own cup down. ]
And just what, pray-tell, have you been given to accomplish?
[ The card. Bring it out. ]