@foxglovelyy + excellent expression of raised eyebrows in surprise, pale violet eyes looking toward you with the utmost curiosity. And a little bit of charm. "It is. Have you been gone for long, prince?"
@foxglovelyy He leans in slightly to lessen the Up, he knows he's tall and the fact he usually insists on some form of heeled boot doesn't help the matter. The news doesn't really faze him - what is nobility to those like him? - but he knows how to play the part enough, putting on an +
@foxglovelyy + under your hand on his chest, which. He's surprisingly cool to the touch, but what can be expected of a death mage, really?
"Wouldn't dream of it, Foxglove. Now you've made me curious."
Really, part of his prompting was to avoid any awkward silence, but also it *does* put +
@foxglovelyy + decrease the weirder aspect of this as much as possible by offering his arm. "Care to tell me a little about yourself before you imbibe in yours truly, Foxglove?"
@foxglovelyy + and his brother's home. But there is a back garden - or. Two. One is His and has things resistant to his touch, should it ever act up. So he steps outside fully, closing the door behind him.
"Hope you don't mind a gloomy garden," he mumbles softly, deciding to try to +
@foxglovelyy + pint. Right. Okay. And what would you need me to do, IF I deign to agree?"
He's skeptical. And while he has an inkling of what's going on with the puzzle pieces he's received so far, he wants to make sure.
@foxglovelyy + feel like he's towering - still, at least he's listening rather than closing the door in your face. He crosses his arms over his (lean, strong) chest, leaning his shoulder into the doorframe. He clicks his tongue softly, still not backing up from your closeness.
"Grab a +