A Truly Blind Eye

A brow rose slightly as the gold piece that had been rolling over his knuckled stopped, the bit of metal disappearing into a clenched fist as he noticed the blue wine and a new face -- this was unexpected. Malik had supposed a woman would try him at some point, he had dressed down as much as possible, but the robe afforded him the ability to vanish into a crowd, or to ditch it and vanish into the dark entirely. But it was one of the very few items he had left before his time under Valentius' tutelage and care. One of the few items that truly belonged to him, and thus, when he went out into the town, he liked to carry himself as his own person -- not as his official title or the well made expensive robes said title gave him.

What he hadn't expected was the person approaching him that evening would be a man, and a man that was wholly pleasing to Mal's own eyes, having taken male lovers in the past, they didn't pose a risk to him fathering a child. Unfortunately, Malik had his fair share of admirers and would be paramours in the Palace, he didn't have want for catching them outside the palace as well -- depending on the next words, he might have to make an exit for the night, but, no. Owner, or at least comfortable enough to be offering libations as if they owned the place. Do you make it a habit of knowing everyone in the City?

It was a simple enough question, and one that would give him the next few clues as to who he was speaking with, even if he did already have some idea of who. I can't imagine that to be an easy task, even if one had someone feeding them whispered information from the side lines. He sat forward, the leg that had been crossed over the other, returning his booted foot to the floor. He didn't need the owner noticing the outline of a dagger through the supple leather.