Daemon contemplated how much brandy he could acquire with the funds he'd relieved from the wallet of a drunkard shouting at a cluster of women once he'd made a few educated guesses about the currency system. He wasn't in a hurry to leave just yet. Partially because he was learning a surprising amount of how things worked in this territory through casting his awareness to various tables and eavesdropping. Partially because he honestly had nowhere else to go.
Yet. He had nowhere to go yet. The uncertainty was effervescent in his veins, leaving him in a state of alert, predatory watchfulness. Some of his initial alarm from landing in this place had sloughed away, however, over the course of the last few hours observing. He had a sneaking suspicion that if he wrapped himself in a sight shield that he could pretty much do whatever he wanted. Landens really did not have any sort of defense against the Blood.
He had yet to see anyone with golden eyes like his, or with similar golden-brown skin, and he did not know the conventions around asking for (or in his case declining) sex, so he tried to avoid making any inadvertent overtures toward any of the men or women who sat near him. And out of long habit, he kept an eye on the attention paid to the serving woman in case he might need to step in. This wasn't Draega and the clientele did not seem to include the sort that would require a more lethal type of interference, but he did not know enough about the social cues of this place to know if the looks were likely to lead to anything untoward.
Daemon was tracking anyone who looked over-interested in Airy's leave-taking after her meal, and trying to keep from spooking her. As such, he focused anywhere but Airy. However, because he was casually avoiding eye contact, Airy's question caught him by surprise. His eyebrows lofted, and he met her gaze with his golden one.
"No, no, that was a kind question," he said immediately, low and rich and warm. "There's no reason to apologize. What made you ask?"
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Airy is the most adorablest!
Date: 2019-04-30 06:54 pm (UTC)Yet. He had nowhere to go yet. The uncertainty was effervescent in his veins, leaving him in a state of alert, predatory watchfulness. Some of his initial alarm from landing in this place had sloughed away, however, over the course of the last few hours observing. He had a sneaking suspicion that if he wrapped himself in a sight shield that he could pretty much do whatever he wanted. Landens really did not have any sort of defense against the Blood.
He had yet to see anyone with golden eyes like his, or with similar golden-brown skin, and he did not know the conventions around asking for (or in his case declining) sex, so he tried to avoid making any inadvertent overtures toward any of the men or women who sat near him. And out of long habit, he kept an eye on the attention paid to the serving woman in case he might need to step in. This wasn't Draega and the clientele did not seem to include the sort that would require a more lethal type of interference, but he did not know enough about the social cues of this place to know if the looks were likely to lead to anything untoward.
Daemon was tracking anyone who looked over-interested in Airy's leave-taking after her meal, and trying to keep from spooking her. As such, he focused anywhere but Airy. However, because he was casually avoiding eye contact, Airy's question caught him by surprise. His eyebrows lofted, and he met her gaze with his golden one.
"No, no, that was a kind question," he said immediately, low and rich and warm. "There's no reason to apologize. What made you ask?"