...OF THE ESTEEMED LORD LUIS SERRA, FIRST OF HIS NAME, HAILING FROM THE REALM OF VALDELOBOS, RESIDING AT PRESENT IN THE TRADE QUARTER. UNWED, BUT RECEPTIVE.
[He laughs again, this time freer and more genuinely entertained.]
Aw, I was looking forward to Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet. Maybe even on a white horse and all.
[His disappointment is clearly performative, relaxing into an easy banter - getting a rise out of Leon is fun, after all, and more fun because he can sense that Leon's not as bothered as his grumpy attitude portrays.]
[ He's right. Something about the sound of that hard exhale through his nose seems more amused than exasperated. ]
Have you seen me ride? Promise to lay flowers on the place where I ran your ass into the ground.
[ Leon twitches the curtains across the other window, satisfied that his search turned up nothing too concerning. He probably won't sleep until he's conducted a search around the grounds on foot, and even then, lightly, with a gun under his pillows and a knife not far from his hand, but this is all for future Leon to worry about. ]
...
[ So maybe the banter gave him a little courage. ]
[ Leon's going to refrain from admitting how well that went. He flunked. Hard. Took days to recover from all the bruises. Thing is, he hasn't realized that Pheme set him up for failure by ensuring he got the bitchiest mare in the stable. ]
There's this place I've been meaning to try. If the grub's no good, we hit the Trident. First round's on me.
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Aw, I was looking forward to Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet. Maybe even on a white horse and all.
[His disappointment is clearly performative, relaxing into an easy banter - getting a rise out of Leon is fun, after all, and more fun because he can sense that Leon's not as bothered as his grumpy attitude portrays.]
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Have you seen me ride? Promise to lay flowers on the place where I ran your ass into the ground.
[ Leon twitches the curtains across the other window, satisfied that his search turned up nothing too concerning. He probably won't sleep until he's conducted a search around the grounds on foot, and even then, lightly, with a gun under his pillows and a knife not far from his hand, but this is all for future Leon to worry about. ]
...
[ So maybe the banter gave him a little courage. ]
You like seafood?
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[He says, about as seriously as he took actual riding class, which is to say not at all.]
I do.
[He has a feeling that he knows what Leon is thinking. At least, he hopes. And for once, he doesn't jinx it by playing it off with a joke.]
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[ Leon's going to refrain from admitting how well that went. He flunked. Hard. Took days to recover from all the bruises. Thing is, he hasn't realized that Pheme set him up for failure by ensuring he got the bitchiest mare in the stable. ]
There's this place I've been meaning to try. If the grub's no good, we hit the Trident. First round's on me.
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Sounds like a perfect "not-date."
When are you free?
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Don't know yet. Gotta go. I'll keep in touch.
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Please do. Or else I'll have to start thinking you don't like me.
[One last tease, for the road.]