Malik couldn't stop the bark of laughter that left him, when Quinn went to think about his words, something about the way it was said, a 'hard sell', had tickled at something in him that made the whole thing seem... he let the thought slip from his head, as easily as it had formed, before it had fully formed into something he could take action on. He kept having to remind himself that he was here for pleasure tonight, reconnaissance at best, at worst a drink to excess and post-coital clarity that having one's balls drained could offer sort of evening. He shouldn't have come, he had almost decided, when Quinn continued.
His brow raised as Quinn moved to get up, not catching the intent at first, before realization dawned on him, and he had to make a decision very quickly -- to follow and perhaps be more than he bargained for in the evening, or decline, and lose the chance on learning more about the man. Something inside him made the choice for him though, whether it be the demon that possessed him, the hunger that made his eyes slide once again over Quinn's jaw line, or simple curiosity as to how far he could go with the man -- be that into securing an alliance, a marriage, or a simple night of pleasure, that was still in the air. Malik's tongue darted out of his mouth, wet his lips, and then a hand went to stop the other man, gentle, careful not to touch him, but enough to stop.
Clever no, she'll make a good wife to someone who won't mistreat her, and will allow her to fill her days with leisure, crafts, and babies. Mage, yes, middling. Her dowry is enough to make someone of the lower middle into the higher of the middle.. spoken plainly, it would be much better to secure her a love match, but I have doubts that will happen. Her beauty though?His thoughts drifted to Seraphine for just a moment, but solidly enough that if a mind mage had chose that moment to scan his mind, one would most certainly would not have missed the woman in his mind's eye.
There is only one else that I'd hold above her.
His brow raised as Quinn moved to get up, not catching the intent at first, before realization dawned on him, and he had to make a decision very quickly -- to follow and perhaps be more than he bargained for in the evening, or decline, and lose the chance on learning more about the man. Something inside him made the choice for him though, whether it be the demon that possessed him, the hunger that made his eyes slide once again over Quinn's jaw line, or simple curiosity as to how far he could go with the man -- be that into securing an alliance, a marriage, or a simple night of pleasure, that was still in the air. Malik's tongue darted out of his mouth, wet his lips, and then a hand went to stop the other man, gentle, careful not to touch him, but enough to stop.
Are you certain? A man's reputation can only suffer so many fools before it's irreparable.
10-13-2024, 01:08 PM