“The cheaper the better I say.”
“Oh, really now?”
It would perhaps be at that this point that Corneliun’s back straightened a smile upon his lips as he watched the sparkle grow in Valo’s eyes. Corneliun gave a smile incline of his head, an element of calm about him, whilst in reality the man was in fact panicking. Not that he showed any of it, he was quiet skilled at remain his composure.
It would perhaps now be suitable to step back into the mind of Corneliun Frik. Unlike his good friend here who had managed to obviously break his more gentleman side every now and again and delve into more intimate and personal pleasures, Corneliun had not. Even with all the tonics and alcohol in the world, the mixed blood found himself shying away. Perhaps he played the part of a dashing rogue, and even looked the part, yet when faced with an intimate suggestion the man crumbled and retreated, his entire composure breaking down as he became little more than a quivering wreck.
And it was perhaps after he asked the question to Valo, that the alarm bells in his head began to ring out and the mixed blood silently prayed that he would not be asked the same question. Namely because he would not be able to give a straight answer. Let alone be able to compose himself. But why then did he drink The Lash? A simple answer, he liked the taste. He quietly sipped his drink, perhaps a little too quietly because there was a moment of awkwardness surrounding him. He swirled the liquid round in his mouth for a moment, his golden eyes on Valo. But where they would usually meet his, they instead simply relaxed taking in his form.
He gave a grin, an attempt to push down the nagging thoughts in his mind.
“Oh, you’ll like the Pillars of Dust then,” there was a small nervous ring in the back of his voice that not even Corneliun could hide “They have more of the, cheaper women. And beer. And all the fun that comes with it.”
His brow creased slightly when he realised the slight slip up in his tone, and so he instead turned his attention to the tonic.
“But uh, take your time,” it was at this moment he took out his writing book, an attempt to distract himself from the thoughts that were nagging. And by doing that he immersed himself in his notes “No rush and all.”
He turned a few pages and began reading his untidy writing, but even then his eyes would quickly dart up to face Valo before snapping back down again.
“Oh, really now?”
It would perhaps be at that this point that Corneliun’s back straightened a smile upon his lips as he watched the sparkle grow in Valo’s eyes. Corneliun gave a smile incline of his head, an element of calm about him, whilst in reality the man was in fact panicking. Not that he showed any of it, he was quiet skilled at remain his composure.
It would perhaps now be suitable to step back into the mind of Corneliun Frik. Unlike his good friend here who had managed to obviously break his more gentleman side every now and again and delve into more intimate and personal pleasures, Corneliun had not. Even with all the tonics and alcohol in the world, the mixed blood found himself shying away. Perhaps he played the part of a dashing rogue, and even looked the part, yet when faced with an intimate suggestion the man crumbled and retreated, his entire composure breaking down as he became little more than a quivering wreck.
And it was perhaps after he asked the question to Valo, that the alarm bells in his head began to ring out and the mixed blood silently prayed that he would not be asked the same question. Namely because he would not be able to give a straight answer. Let alone be able to compose himself. But why then did he drink The Lash? A simple answer, he liked the taste. He quietly sipped his drink, perhaps a little too quietly because there was a moment of awkwardness surrounding him. He swirled the liquid round in his mouth for a moment, his golden eyes on Valo. But where they would usually meet his, they instead simply relaxed taking in his form.
He gave a grin, an attempt to push down the nagging thoughts in his mind.
“Oh, you’ll like the Pillars of Dust then,” there was a small nervous ring in the back of his voice that not even Corneliun could hide “They have more of the, cheaper women. And beer. And all the fun that comes with it.”
His brow creased slightly when he realised the slight slip up in his tone, and so he instead turned his attention to the tonic.
“But uh, take your time,” it was at this moment he took out his writing book, an attempt to distract himself from the thoughts that were nagging. And by doing that he immersed himself in his notes “No rush and all.”
He turned a few pages and began reading his untidy writing, but even then his eyes would quickly dart up to face Valo before snapping back down again.