Mango loco

Raphael wasn’t really sure what being in Antiva had to do with anything, though he did pick up on the Antivan accent. Maybe that was just the punishment there for grabbing someone on the arse. It wasn’t like he’d ever been to Antiva, and he’d certainly never grabbed someone’s arse before, intentional or accidental. He just looked at her with the mix of apology and annoyance. Though since she didn’t know him from a hole in the way, he supposed he couldn’t be TOO annoyed that she didn’t believe him that his intentions were pure.

He looked around the hallway, he supposed she had a point about the hallway. He tried to imagine a perv just hanging around hallways just to pretend to accidentally grab someone’s arse, but it was hard, probably because he wasn’t a perv and therefore did not think like one. His face was slowly transitioning from a healthy mix of apology and annoyance, towards just plain annoyance, complete with an eyeroll.

Then she mentioned his dog and his eyes went big as he remembered. He turned around and bent down to gather up the scraps of meat and napkin that had fallen to the floor. He hadn’t even considered the fact that there might already be servants feeding Rory scraps, or that there’d probably be food in the kitchen that he hadn’t had to actually bring scraps from the reception area. He stood up and jerked his head towards the kitchens.

Well I suppose. I paid a servant to look after her in the kitchens during the event. I probably should have just left her back in Amaranthine, but I haven’t had her long and she has separation anxiety. He exclaimed and started talking, assuming that Adaria would keep up. He realised he hadn’t asked her name, but then, the moment hadn’t really presented itself yet, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know her name.